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204 ʨʩʥʨ ʸʲʣ ʯʥʠ ʩʸˋʮ ʱ ' ʦʩʥʤ ʯʷʩʨʫʩʬ ʯʨʩʮ ʨʰʢʲʦʲʢ ʪʩʦ ʩʸˋʮ ʨˌʤ , ʩʦ ʨʰʲʥʥ ʩʣ ʸˋ˦ ʱʩʥʸˋ ʯʥʠ ʨʢʩʩʰʲʢ ʯʥʠ ʨʢʩʩʰʲʢ ʪ . ʨʫˋʰ ʸʲʣ ʯʩʠ ʷʲʥʥˋ ʯʥʠ , ʣʬˋʥʥ ˋ ʯʩʠ ʨʩʩʢ ʯʲʮ ʩʥʥ , ʱ ʯʥʠ ʨʰʲˌʰ ʦʩʠ ʭʲʨˌ ʱʨˌʢ ˒ʥʥ ' ʨʬˋʨʹʲʢ ʲʣʲʩ ʨʷʲʸʹ . ʩʩʥʥ ʸʩʠ ʳʩʥʠ ʪʩʩʥʥ ʪʩʦ ʨʢʩʩʬʲʢ ʨˌʤ ʨʫˋʰ ʩʣ , ʸʲʶʸˋʥʥʹ ʩʥʥ ʪʩʦ ʨʢʩʩʬʲʢ , ʩʩʰʹ ʸʲʣʰʲʹʨʹˋʬ ʩʥʥ . ʯʥʠ ʨʰʥʡ ʯʥʠ ʪʲʬʩʩʸ˦ ʯʲʰ‫ٷ‬ʦ ʸʩʠ ʪˌʰ ʯʲʢʰˋʢʲʢ ʣʰʥʡˋʢˋʥʥ ʯʥʠ ʸʥ˗ʩʹ ʯʥʠ ʸʲʬʨʲʡ . ʬʢʩʩ˦ ʲʷʩʸʲʩʥʸʨ ʩʥʥ , ʨʡʩʬʸˋ˦ ʷʰˋʸʷ , ʨ˝ʩʤʲʢʫˌʰ ʱʲʷʩʬˋʷ ʯʡˌʤ . ʨʰʲʰʲʢ ʲʨʮʲʹʸˋ˦ ʯʡˌʤ ʲʷʩʶʲʸʷ ʯʥʠ ʨʰʲʤ ʩʣ ʨʩʮ ʨʬʲʨʹʸˋ˦ ʯʣʰ˒ʥʥ ʩʣ ʪʩʦ ʯʥʠ . ˋʢʲʢ ʦʩʠ ʱʩʥʸˌ˦ ʯʥʠ ʨʩʩʤʸʲʨʷʰʲʡʸˋ˦ ʯʲʢʰ ʨʩʩʬ˦ ʸʲʬʲʷʰʥʨ ʸʲʣ ʨʩʮ ʨʩʥʨ ʢʰʩʬʢʰʑ ʩʩ ʸʲʣ . 205 MARY AND DEATH Mary said goodbye to the bright house, nodded to the walls, bowed, and left. Departed in the night, as into a forest, where God’s breath is near and every shape is feared. The night lay gently on her pain, lay like black, caressing snow. And following her happily and jauntily— beggar and drunkard and vagabond. Cripples hobbled along behind like sorrowful birds sick with love. And the mangy ones drew near, shamefaced, covering their wounds with their hands. And out in front, full of yearning, went death, the youth with a dark flute. ...

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