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Strain under them

you bitter stems
that no beast eats—
and scorn greyness!
Into the heat with them:
cool!
luxuriant! sky-blue!
The earth cracks and
is shriveled up;
the wind moans piteously;
the sky goes out
if you should fail.

 II.
I saw a child with daisies
for weaving into the hair
tear the stems

with her teeth!

METRIC FIGURE

There is a bird in the poplars!

It is the sun!
The leaves are little yellow fish
swimming in the river.
The bird skims above them,
day is on his wings.
Phoebus!

It is he that is making

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