Quotes about snail, page 7
For Julian Aged Twenty Months
To be with any growing child
is to realize
that the moon is astounding
that a snail is a miracle
that the smallest bud
contains more of God
than any cathedral
and how little we know
and how much we have forgotten.
poem by Gillian Commerford
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Slowly I Go
snail paced
it will take me nights
to earn
the distance of the
bridge
between your two eyes
i am not
rushing my existence
in your face
savoring every
taste every scent
every love
that i have found
in there.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pippa's Song
The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearl'd;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven--
All's right with the world!
poem by Robert Browning
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Crack Down
In the chiaroscuro
Raven fatefully stepped, heard a cracking-
Having crushed a human being
like a snail crossing a sidewalk
and for one fleeting eternal incarnation
became bone, crushed shell,
a formless mass.
poem by Cer Cruz
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Belief
Belief
Oh God if I might fail
then God still you will bless
impress on me that snail
and snake me none the less.
All men ar weak
who do not seek
for, by steadily grounding house
from pain joy shall arouse.
Madrason 09 12 1993
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Warning
Inside everybody's nose
There lives a shar-toothed snail.
So if youi stick your finger in,
He may bite off your nail.
Stick it farther up inside,
And he may bite your ring off.
Stick it all the way, and he
May bite the whole darn thing off!
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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We are a spectacular, splendid manifestation of life. We have language.... We have affection We have genes for usefulness, and usefulness is about as close to a "common goal" of nature as I can guess at. And finally, and perhaps best of all, we have music.
Lewis Thomas in The Medusa and the Snail (1979)
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The room
A room of draft and shadow
Of cobweb and tomorrow
And yesterdays of a thousand
-yesterdays ago,
Fit me like a snail-shell
Roaming round the gardens-well
Oh room of Grey December light!
Here my bones grow dusty light.
As light as darkness,
In the night
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Riddle 2
A Food for You and Me
My first is in fish but not in snail,
My second is in rabbit but not in tail.
My third is in up but not in down,
My fourth is in tiara but not in crown.
My fifth is in tree you plainly see,
My whole a food for you and me.
What am I?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Anxiety blunts the immunity
Run and run, all the time you’re on the run.
Miles and miles up before you sleep.
Where is time for love or music?
Everything looks like a snail speed.
Run and run lest the bus should miss.
You are fast heading to hell.
Your immune system is in peril.
14.03.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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