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A NEW E XP LAN A T ION 0 F THE QUIETUDE AND TALKATIVENESS OF TREES Because they belong to the genus thunder Trees grow still when their patriarch Delivers his sign, the livid spark, And comes himself with a rumble and mutter, Reminding them of their dignity. Boom! He empties a bucket of wet Across their shoulders, but they submit Till he huffs away. So they are free With a stirring of limbs to echo him, A confab of whispers, a hushing and mumming, Till time comes round again for the thrumming Harumph of the father to quiet them. [30] ...

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