tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808825785807311813.post5593617519014393501..comments2019-08-27T23:44:44.733-07:00Comments on Carving, Books, and the Alienated Worker: CCLXXXIIAnthony Santellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11576104949906984438noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808825785807311813.post-50693814287948229322014-02-18T20:00:57.464-08:002014-02-18T20:00:57.464-08:00The Wise
Dead men are wisest, for they know
How f...The Wise<br /><br />Dead men are wisest, for they know<br />How far the roots of flowers go,<br />How long a seed must rot to grow. <br /><br />Dead men alone bear frost and rain<br />On throbless heart and heatless brain,<br />And feel no stir of joy or pain.<br /><br />Dead men alone are satiate;<br />They sleep and dream and have no weight,<br />To curb their rest, of love or hate.<br /><br />Strange, men should flee their company,<br />Or think me strange who long to be<br />Wrapped in their cool immunity.<br /><br />Countee Cullen<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12870232032603457669noreply@blogger.com