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silence of the sky (Free verse) by david in the silence of
the sky, we spoke
of the silver moon,
how every house must have
a builder,
how the fields of green
were a blessing
and how the rocks would cry out,
"be praised for all
your tenderness, and
by the works of you
the builder, whose miracle
is never known
by all"
streets, cars,
and cement mixers were
alien things to us,
no more than idioms
of an archaic language.
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Posted: May 10, 2002 10:35 PM PDT; Last modified: May 10, 2002 10:35 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 7491 Comments:
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nentwined @ 66.92.183.34
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12-May-02/8:20 PM
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eh?
i want to know who 'we' are.
'We' are fans of David Hume, I think.
thank you, that gives me more. and more.
Curious that you should mention David Hume; I recently (re-)read his essay 'Of the Standard of Good Taste'. He was a smart cookie, but as for the nonsense of him being the greatest philosopher to have written in the English language, it's a big stretch IMO.
david who? just joshing..big strange comparisons make my head swim with sharks. i like humus though..7/10-
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