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REPETITIONS
I plunge at the rearing hours— Life is a steed of pride,Who so high above me towers I cannot mount and ride.
TWO SEWING
The wind is sewing with needles of rain;With shining needles of rainIt stitches into the thinCloth of earth—in,In, in, in.(Oh, the wind has often sewed with me!—One, two, three.)
Spring must have fine thingsTo wear, like other springs.Of silken green the grass must beEmbroidered. (One and two and three.)Then every crocus must be madeSo subtly as to seem afraidOf lifting color from the ground.And after crocuses the roundHeads of tulips, and all the fairIntricate garb that Spring will wearThe wind must sew with needles of rain,With shining needles of rainStitching into the thinCloth of earth—in,In, in, in—For all the springs of futurity.(One, two, three.)

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