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THE GEESE A miscellaneous screaming that comes from nowhere Raises the eyes at last to the moonward-flying Squadron of wild-geese arcing the spatial cold. Beyond the hunter's gun or the will's range They press southward, toward the secret marshes Where the appointed gunmen mark the crossing Of flight and moment. There is no force stronger (In the sweep of the monomaniac passion, time) Than the will toward destiny, which is death. Value the intermediate splendor of birds. [15] ...

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