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/ RATTLE-SNAKE MOUNTAIN / Every night the sky grips my shoulder, in pain. / The cows upon my slope / Attack their blades of grass with less decision. / The boulders reaching in to form my ribs, / Are touched by evening dizziness, to dust, / And lose their fierce pretence of hardness. / Three crows in a row / Search for clearer tongues, with steady discords.
/ MAN / The nervous dissolution / Which men call beauty stands / Sternly watching itself.