TheWhiteMansBurden

    Lostintheforest,Ibrokeoffadarktwig

    andlifteditswhispertomythirstylips:

    maybeitwasthevoiceoftheraing,

    acrackedbell,orator.

    Somethingfromfaroffitseemed

    deepatome,hiddenbytheearth,

    ashoutmuffledbyhugeautumns,

    bythemoisthalf-opendarknessoftheleaves.

    Wakeningfromthedreamingforestthere,thehazel-sprig

    sanguosdriftingfragrance

    climbedupthroughmysind

    asifsuddenlytherootsIhadleftbehind

    criedouttome,thelandIhadlostwithmychildhood---

    andIstopped,wouhewanderi

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