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Post by Dramatwist on Jan 28, 2019 8:32:26 GMT -5
Saw this on pulverspriorbriar.com/index.html yesterday, and thought it touching. I'm sure some of you can relate... They sit together on the porch, the dark Almost fallen, the house behind them dark. Their supper done--only two plates now, two glasses, Two knives, two forks, two spoons--small work for two. She sits with her hands folded in her lap, At rest. He smokes his pipe. They do not speak. And when they speak at last it is to say What each one knows the other knows. They have one mind between them, now, that finally For all its knowing will not exactly know Which one goes first through the dark doorway, bidding Goodnight, and which sits on a while alone. Wendell Berry (1934--) |
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Post by Legend Lover on Jan 28, 2019 8:56:35 GMT -5
That's a really touching poem. Quite poignant too. Thanks for sharing it, Martin.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2019 9:16:40 GMT -5
Martin, thanks for sharing 👍. That’s my life in a nutshell, what more can I say. Only I use the “ same “ fork, spoon and knife on a daily basis......that has not changed in the last four months!!
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Post by pepesdad1 on Jan 28, 2019 9:39:05 GMT -5
Personally, I like: All are lunatics, but he who can analyze his
delusions is called a philosopher.
Ambrose Bierce
Thanks for the break from insanity, Martin.
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Post by toshtego on Jan 28, 2019 10:03:53 GMT -5
Martin, thanks for sharing 👍. That’s my life in a nutshell, what more can I say. Only I use the “ same “ fork, spoon and knife on a daily basis......that has not changed in the last four months!! Oh, you have more than one set? Just kidding. |
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Post by oldcajun123 on Jan 28, 2019 11:12:50 GMT -5
 First an apology to Martin, but in real life he’s thinking I’ve been sleeping with that bitch so long it’s like sleeping with my sister. She’s thinking I wish that old 💩 would go belly up so I would have more Bingo money.! 
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Post by sperrytops on Jan 28, 2019 11:21:05 GMT -5
That certainly hits close to home. Thanks, Martin.
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Post by Ronv69 on Jan 28, 2019 11:25:56 GMT -5
Saw this on pulverspriorbriar.com/index.html yesterday, and thought it touching. I'm sure some of you can relate... They sit together on the porch, the dark Almost fallen, the house behind them dark. Their supper done--only two plates now, two glasses, Two knives, two forks, two spoons--small work for two. She sits with her hands folded in her lap, At rest. He smokes his pipe. They do not speak. And when they speak at last it is to say What each one knows the other knows. They have one mind between them, now, that finally For all its knowing will not exactly know Which one goes first through the dark doorway, bidding Goodnight, and which sits on a while alone. Wendell Berry (1934--) Thanks. My wife and have succeeded in growing old together. Some friends say that we have become salt and pepper shakers. |
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Post by kxg on Jan 28, 2019 11:32:01 GMT -5
Thanks Martin. Having been married to the same woman for 45 years, I can certainly relate and find comfort in Berry's words. In my mind, I hear Berry reciting the words.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2019 14:29:44 GMT -5
Martin, thanks for sharing 👍. That’s my life in a nutshell, what more can I say. Only I use the “ same “ fork, spoon and knife on a daily basis......that has not changed in the last four months!! Oh, you have more than one set? Just kidding. I’ve been using my Case Hobo Knife since staying at my ex’s or my daughters. Here at my ex’s I have a fork, spoon and knife in the drain board, that’s all I’ve been using here. |
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First an apology to Martin, but in real life he’s thinking I’ve been sleeping with that bitch so long it’s like sleeping with my sister. She’s thinking I wish that old 💩 would go belly up so I would have more Bingo money.! 
