Blake said, “The cut worm forgives the plow.”
This might make me wonder whether the plowman gains the same grace,
but I don’t think one can comprehend forgiveness
if one isn’t already prone to grudge-holding.
The cut worm doesn’t forgive, because no alternative exists.
Before we reach the point at which worms need to learn forgiveness
they will have gone on strike from their soil-churning duties —
crops will wither and fail
&
we’ll already be wondering whether we can ever forgive
the worms for their impudence.
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Great words. The plowman wouldn’t forgive the worm for going on strike.
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Your poem makes me think of a scene from ‘Seven years in Tibet’ but I have strong doubts that farmers in the West will move worms before ploughing. Your poem has a philosophical side I like. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks.
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Nice words with even nicer analogy.
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thank you
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