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in the same way as a cheerful tool or like untrammeled grass which lets loose its seed or like a dog rolling around in the dew. Matilde, time will pass wearing out and burning another skin, other fingernails, other eyes, and then the algae that lashed our wild rocks, the waves that unceasingly construct their own whiteness, all will be firm without us, all will be ready for the new days, which will not know our destiny. What do we leave here but the lost cry of the seabird, in the sand of winter, in the gusts of wind that cut our faces and kept us erect in the light of purity, as in the heart of an illustrious star? What do we leave, living like a nest <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">of surly birds, alive, among the thickets <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">or static, perched on the frigid cliffs? <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">So then, if living was nothing more than anticipating <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">the earth, this soil and its harshness, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">deliver me, my love, from not doing my duty, and help me <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">return to my place beneath the hungry earth. <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">We asked the ocean for its rose, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">its open star, its bitter contact, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">and to the overburdened, to the fellow human being, to the wounded <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">we gave the freedom gathered in the wind. <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">It's late now. Perhaps <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">it was only a long day the color of honey and blue, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">perhaps only a night, like the eyelid <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">of a grave look that encompassed <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">the measure of the sea that surrounded us, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">and in this territory we found only a kiss, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">only ungraspable love that will remain here <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">wandering among the sea foam and roots. ||  || In this poem they are on a boat where everyone is dying and starving. They are trying to find land and be safe. The wind was cold and the air was harsh on the ship. <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">are circling and <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">blotting out the <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">day. The sun is <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">bright, but the <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">chickens are in <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">the way. Yes, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">the sky is dark <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">with chickens, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">dense with them. <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">They turn and <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">then they turn <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">again. These <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">are the chickens <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">you let loose <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">one at a time <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">and small— <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">various breeds. <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Now they have <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">come home <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">to roost—all <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">the same kind <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">at the same speed. ||  || The author of this is saying everyone is the same. The chickens go and are all the same kind and are at the same speed. They eat the same and they have no individualism. <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeling Steel, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Dreaming of heroes. <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">All the proud fathers are ashamed to go home. <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Their women cluck like starved pullets, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Dying for love. <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Therefore, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Their sons grow suicidally beautiful <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">At the beginning of October, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">And gallop terribly against each other's bodies. ||  || Football started and all the men have devoted their time to it. The fans don’t want to go home because of the thrill of the games. The sons throw themselves at other sons and tackle ferociously. The woman are being ignored for football.
 * **<span style="color: #cc6600; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">Love For This Book ** ||  ||
 * <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">by [|Pablo Neruda] translated by Clark Zlotchew and Dennis Maloney ||
 * <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">In these lonely regions I have been powerful
 * <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">In these lonely regions I have been powerful
 * **<span style="color: #cc6600; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">Home to Roost ** ||  ||
 * <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">by [|Kay Ryan] ||
 * <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">The chickens
 * <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">The chickens
 * <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">The chickens
 * **<span style="color: #cc6600; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio ** ||  ||
 * <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">by [|James Wright] ||
 * <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">In the Shreve High football stadium,
 * <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">In the Shreve High football stadium,
 * <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">In the Shreve High football stadium,