The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #59418   Message #1779910
Posted By: Amos
09-Jul-06 - 09:57 PM
Thread Name: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
In paper piles my pencils breed,
Under the darkness of the night,
And where a a single pencil lay,
Three will appear by morning light.

The lead and wood is just as strong,
The paint more new, the point less worn
Than those of their forebear left
Alone until the light of morn.

How comes this work, I cannot say
It seems to me surpassing strange,
That pencils quickly breed that way
Far from their normal feeding range.

Here is no lead, to feed their young,
Or shavings they might nurse upon,
How come they, new and sharp and strong,
To be there, when the night is gone?

Thus do the Muses entertain
Our weary hearts, like God of old,
And tantalize our puzzled brains
With miracles mundane and cold.

Lachryma Mundia,
"Tears of the Ordinary Heart"
Armentieres, 1917