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Brazil, 1832
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24 Brazil, 1832 after Charles Darwin I have seen a little boy, The slightest modification Of waves carries strangers To shore. six or seven years old, Why must I unearth What comes to me anyway Eventually? struck thrice with a horse-whip I remember my mother’s hat Was something Killed for its feathers. (before I could interfere) Let the children come Unto me knowing nothing Of science or kindness. on his naked head, When I wake I should remember Nothing that happened, But think myself a flower. 25 for having handed me a glass The waves in their gray Ruches remind me Of tormented pigeons. of water not quite clean. At night I am cut Free. I confuse myself With birds. ...