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 Sold to them men knock blindly together splitting their heads open That is why boxing matches and Chinese poems are the same — That is why Hartley praises Miss Wirt There is nothing in the twist of the wind but — dashes of cold rain It is one with submarine vistas purple and black fish turning among undulant seaweed — Black wind, I have poured my heart out to you until I am sick of it — Now I run my hand over you feeling the play of your body — the quiver of its strength — The grief of the bowmen of Shu moves nearer — There is an approach with difficulty from the dead — the winter casing of grief How easy to slip into the old mode, how hard to cling firmly to the advance —