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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 