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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=353403" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For Mother And Child</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=353403" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Why wake him? <br>You woke to nothing, <br>do you think he won’t? <br>Your hand will guide him firmly and away, <br>your lips will teach the nonsense he will say, <br>your sins on him<br>every day.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=353403" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At best, <br>he’ll pass the test<br>you failed, <br>but where you won<br>will be undone.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=353403" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At worst, <br>putting him first, <br>you’ll chain his mind<br>to you in front and you behind.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=353403" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At worst/best<br>you pierce his blessed darkness, <br>take his vision and fix his sight<br>on the broken splinters of your light<br>unmercifully shining: <br>a savage in a hole<br>dragging the sons of light<br>to gaze at shadows on a wall.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=353403" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It’s not the tomb<br>that leads to hell, <br>it’s the antiseptic smell <br>that opens on the womb.<br>There are the white-coated<br>and the flower-carriers<br>smiling in their blindness<br>goaded on by kindness. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=353403" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Always, behind the chalk, <br>the cruel admonitory talk, <br>the printed notice and the pen, <br>the forcing on to make them men, <br>- the kindness; <br>the blindness-kindness, <br>the training of all that can be trained.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=353403" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Do they not realise<br>that building is for gods? <br>Cannot even the wise<br>think it odd<br>that a man must slave<br>for what he cannot have? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=353403" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Is it left to be the knowledge of the few<br>that life is only something to be got through? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=353403" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You needn’t wilt<br>or tire, <br>nothing need be built<br>any higher.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Brian+Taylor">Brian Taylor</a></strong></div>

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