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178 | Light within the Shade Just Walk On, Condemned to Die Just walk on, condemned to die! In woods where winds and cat screams wail, sentence in darkened lines shall fall upon the pines; hunchbacked with fear the road turns pale. Just shrivel up, you autumn leaves! Shrivel, most hideous of worlds! Cold hisses from the sky; on grasses rusted dry the shadow of the wild geese falls. O poet, live as clean as those hill-dwellers in their windblown snows, O live as free of sin as baby Jesus in an ikon where the candle glows, as hard as the great wolf who goes wounded and bleeding through the snows. 1936 ...

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