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Here are the bread-the wine-the table-the house: a man's needs, and a woman's, and a life's.
Peace whirled through and settled in this place: the common fire burned, to make this light.
Hail to your two hands, which fly and make their white creations, the singing and the food: salve! the wholesomeness of your busy feet; viva! the ballerina who dances with the broom.
Those rugged rivers of water and of threat, torturous pavilions of the foam, incendiary hives and reefs: today they are this respite, your blood in mine, this path, starry and blue as the night, this never-ending simple tenderness.