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Fall on your face, Drop Mug-forward into the swamps. With your old were-wolf's eye, Cataract-blinded, Look What a blade I am! Carrot-haired Big-browed dawns, And the darkness of forests, Rye, And the sheaves behind the village,— My body. Long ears, Tufted with red hair, Wag Like asses' ears Through the heavens! Two Convulsed eyes— Two Oceans resting in me,