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TREES AND CATTLE Many trees can stand unshaded In this place where the sun is alone, But some may break out. They may be taken to Heaven, So gold is my only sight. Through me, two red cows walk; From a crowning glory Of slowness they are not taken. Let one hoof knock on a stone, And off it a spark jump quickly, And fire may sweep these fields, And all outburn the blind sun. Like a new light I enter my life, And hover, not yet consumed, With the trees in holy alliance, About to be offered up, About to get wings where we stand. The whole field stammers with gold; No leaf but is actively still; There is no quiet or noise; Continually out of a fire A bull walks forth, And makes of my mind a red beast At each step feeling how The sun more deeply is burning Because trees and cattle exist. I go away, in the end. In the shade, my bull's horns die From my head; in some earthly way I have been given my heart: Into the Stone 3 7 Behind my back, a tree leaps up On wings that could save me from death. Its branches dance over my head. Its flight strikes a root in me. A cow beneath it lies down. 38 ...

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