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OUT of this oubliette between the mountains / five valleys go, five passes like gates; / three of them black in shadow, two of them bright / with distant sunshine; / and sunshine fills one high valley bed, / green grass shining, and little white houses / like quartz crystals, / little, but distinct a way off.
Why don't I go? / Why do I crawl about this pot, this oubliette, / stupidly? / Why don't I go?
But where? / If I come to a pine-wood, I can't say / Now I am arrived! / What are so many straight trees to me!
STERZING