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The force that through the green fuse drives the
flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bent by the same wintry fever. 5
The force that drives the water through the rocks Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing
streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks. 10
The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.  ...
This section contains 226 words (approx. 1 page at 400 words per page) |