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Sight Reading

by Christof

Member since 2002 · Posted 22 Dec 2007 · 1 comment

Praise be to chance - Or God, for God, we think, is just A name for probability's dance - For the way the sheep speckled on the frost Seem like quavers on the five-wire fence And frame a tune that will not last But does in sight and sound condense The crackling white of the brilliant grass And so it takes the present tense And makes it vast.

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[10] INTRANSIT 23-Dec-07/10:53 AM Reply
If I could find fault with this, I'd be a professor.

That's a compliment, Sir.