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184 ʥʨʱʬʩʥʥ ʱˌʥʥ , ʩʸˋʮ ? ʥʥ ʥʨʱʬʩʥʥ ʱˌ , ʩʸˋʮ ? ʱʩʥʹ ʯ‫ٷ‬ʮ ʯʩʠ ʯʲʬʮʩʸʣ ʷʩʨʫʩʬ ʬˌʦ ʣʰʩʷ ˋ ʸʹ˦ʠ . ʦʩʥʤ ʯʢʰʲʸʨʹ ʯʩʠ ʯʨʰʥʥˌ ʲʮʥʨʹ ʲ˦ʩʨ ʩʣ ʯʩʩʬˋ , ʷʩʣʰʸʲʣʰˋʥʥ ʪʲʬʲʮˋ˝ . ʷʩʣʰʨʸˋʥʥ ʯʥʠ ʷʩʣʰʨʸˋʥʥ ʵʬˋ . ʯˋʮ ʭʥʶ ʯ‫ٷ‬ʦ ʲʡʩʬ ʯ‫ٷ‬ʮ ʬˌʦ ʯʥʠ , ʨʩʰ ʪʩʮ ʨʡʩʬ ʱˌʥʥ , ʶʸˋ˦ ʩʥʥ ʯʥʠ ʬʩʨʹ ʱʩʥʸʢ ʢʰʥʬ˦ʩʩʥʥ . ʥʨʱʬʩʥʥ ʱˌʥʥ , ʩʸˋʮ ? ʣʸʲ ʸʲʣ ʯʩʠ ʨʬʶʸˌʥʥʸˋ˦ ʱʩ˦ ʩʣ ʨʬˌʥʥʲʢ ʨʬˌʥʥ ʪʩʠ , ʷʑ ʩʩʥʨ ʯʥ˦ ʨʩʮ ʸʲʣ ʯʩʠ ʯʩʩʨʹ ʯʩʩʬˋ - ʣʬʲ˦ ʯʬʲʤ . ʨʬʲʥʥ ʸʲʢʰʥʩ ˋ ʪʸʥʣ ʩʥʥ ʸʩʮ ʪʸʥʣ ʯʥʦ ʩʣ ʨʩʩʢ ʱʲ , ʣʬʲ˦ ʯʷʩʣʰʲʬʮʩʸʣ ʯʥ˦ ʨ˦ʥʣ ʸʲʣ ʯʥʠ ʯ˦‫ٷ‬ʸ ʱˌʣ . ʥʬ˝ ʯʥʠ ʯʢʲʸ ʸʲʣʬʩʥʥ ʸʲʨʩʩʸʡ ˋ ʯˌ ʪʩʦ ʨʢˌʩ ʭʲʶ ʸʲʥʥʹ ʯʥʠ ʷʩʣʬʮʥʨ ʪʩʮ ʨʹʥʷ ʯʥʠ ʨʢˌʬʹ ʯʥʠ , ʯʢʩʥʬ˦ʲʢ ʨʮʥʷ ʸʲʬʣˌ ʯˋ ʩʥʥ ʭʲʸʥʨʹ ˋ , ʸʲʤ ʯʥʠ ʯʩʤ ʪʩʮ ʨʢʩʩʡ ʯʥʠ ʸʩʮ ʯʩʠ ʷʩʣʰʲ‫ٷ‬ʸʹ ʨʷʰʩʦ . 185 WHAT DO YOU WANT, MARY? What do you want, Mary? Perhaps a child brightly drowsing in my lap. Deeply silent evenings in the stern house alone, wandering slowly. Constantly waiting, waiting. May my love be for him who loves me not, quiet and like despair, immense. What do you want, Mary? I want my feet rooted in the earth, want to stand alone in the midst of a dew-bright field. The sun going through me as through a young world, the ripeness and fragrance of that dreamy field. Suddenly a broad and savage rain beats down, drenches me, kisses me tumultuously and hard, a storm flies at me like an eagle, sinks screeching into me, bending me this way and that. 186 ʹʨʰʲʮ ˋ ʪʩʠ ʯʩʡ , ʵʩʬʡ ˋ , ʯʢʲʥʥ ʩʣ ʯʥ˦ ʥʸʮʥʠ ʸʲʣ , ʸʷ ʲʶʸˋʥʥʹ ʩʣ ʸʲʣˌ ʣʸʲ ʲʷʩʣʰʶʫʲ ? ʸʲʮ ʨʩʰ ʱʩʩʥʥ ʪʩʠ . ʯʸʲʸʨ ʨʩʮ - ʯʢʩʥʠ ʲʸʲʥʥʹ ʯʥʦ ʸʲʣ ˝ˌ ʪʩʦ ʪʩʠ ʡʩʢ , ʯʢʲʸ ʯʥʠ ʨʰʩʥʥ ʭʲʣ . ʥʨʱʬʩʥʥ ʱˌʥʥ ʸʲʡˌ , ʩʸˋʮ ? 187 Am I a person, a spark, the mischief of the roads, or the black, moaning earth? I no longer know. With tearful eyes I give myself up to the sun, the wind, the rain. But what do you want, Mary? ...

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