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The Stranger A fawn jerks its head In terror, Rabbits scatter And shudder with mice Under damp rocks; Conversation has come to the forest, The clothed-one will appear. Blessed with arbitrariness and language, Godlike power to command and accomplish; Able to destroy, rationalize, Reaffirm what he has inherited, All preserving love And the odor of the slaughterhouse. |
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