The last clear definite function of man—muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need—this is man. To build a wall, to build a house, a dam, and in the wall and house and dam to put something of Manself, and to Manself take back something of the wall, the house the dam; to take hard muscles from the lifting, to take the clear lines and form from conceiving. For man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments.
- Last seen on Sep 30 4:19 PM. Member since December 7, 2006.
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- I am a 19 year old guy (Ireland)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a student.
- I have 83 comments, 34 poems
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I’m always searching for that poem
Like a child lost from home25 lines, 2 comments, May 13 -
Your thought stayed in my head like smoke
lingering, wispering, a grey cats tale10 lines, 1 comment, April 4
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William Butler Yeats' influence on Irish culture, politics and litreature. - Light and Airy at sharepoetry
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EliaNinja : OCD on December 31, 2006That fine line is fun to cross. Sometimes I like to be genius, but others...madness can be fun, too!
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Pink Absinthe : *Welcome* on December 25, 2006Hey, welcome to the group Irish Humans, where bouts n Eire u from?
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Father G 23 : i'm on December 8, 200616...so yea..
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Miss Sweet Kisses : LOL on December 7, 2006Yea they are. Some of them are soo mean! I hope you're not one of them.
toodlez gorgeous!
