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My mouth no longer sheds light, Though I laugh with a magical sound That heals my amazing wound. All things grow warm in this place. The green river trembles its ice. She comes to me weeping, as if She came to return my life, Though purity dies, and I feel The ice turn sick at my heel. Lazarus to theAssembled It is you who have made light crawl And become the hot, caved-in brightness Where I lie without shadow or weight Inside the whole weight ofthe hill, Now, thinking, "Alive. Alive shortly. I cannot stay here with this." As the stone rolled away I heard you frightenedly speak As though you had hidden the dead. I can, you cannot know That this cannot be done. I move; you try to be still, But now I begin to feel YOur movementset in, like aforest By a miracle touched at the roots. My life, coming back, runs through Body after body among you, And as far as the heart ofthe city. In the dark ofa jar in the market Clear water as helplessly shakes. By stirrings such as these I return. I am the dead new-born. From the mouth ofthe cave, the sun Comes into my mouth, And I can devour all light. The water in wells Lazarus to the Assembled / I9 Is ringing like cymbals. The doors ofthe housesfly open. "Bring out your dead," I cry, And how this must be done You can, I cannot know. Instead, I lie here feasting On your habitual dust Ofsunlight. Slowly I bend Andsit upright like a man Who does a hard exercise That must be good for him. How long have I been gone? My failed face shines and stares. The hill falls offme, and I Step out, beholding my people Who have waited in blinding clothes. As the stone rolled away YOur movementset in like aforest. By stimngs such as these I return. The doors ofthe housesfly open AndI stand upright like a man YOu can) I cannot know Who has waited in blinding clothes. You move; I try to be still, By a miracle touched at the roots. And now I begin to feel Body after body born among you. I cannot stay here with this! The sun comes into my mouth. "Bring out your dead," I cry. Paestum One cloud in the sky comesfrom Greece. The sun) set at noon) moves toward it And is ready to change into rain. Summons / 20 ...

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