John Ormond

Dunvant, near Swansea
John Ormond
Dunvant, near Swansea
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The Cathedral Builders

They climbed on sketchy ladders towards God,
with winch and pulley hoisted hewn rock into heaven,
inhabited the sky with hammers,
defied gravity,
deified stone,
took up God's house to meet him,
and came down to their suppers
and small beer,
every night slept, lay with their smelly wives,
quarrelled and cuffed the children,
lied, spat, sang, were happy, or unhappy,
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Thursday, October 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: religion
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COMMENTS
Iris Henderson 19 August 2019
This sight truly boosts my brain. Gracias
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Jane P 16 April 2019
Seeing the flames engulf Notre dame, I've been re-reading this beautiful poem with tears stinging my eyes.
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A Lynch 15 April 2019
I'm reading this poem on the eve of the fire at Notre Dame de Paris as the immaculate work of thousands of cathedral builders whose names we don’t know, is reduced to ash. In the face of this loss for humanity, I send my thanks to them and the poet for articulating my appreciation beautifully.
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A Lynch 15 April 2019
I'm reading this poem on the eve of the fire at Notre Dame de Paris as the immaculate work of thousands of cathedral builders whose names we don’t know is being reduced to ash. In the face of this loss for humanity, I send my thanks to them and the poet for articulating my appreciation beautifully.
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Gajanan Mishra 16 October 2014
good one, thanks, go on writing.
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