We give our dead To the orchards And the groves. We give our dead To life.
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A slow singer , but loading each phrase With history ’s overtones, love , joy And grief learned by his dark tribe In other orchards and passed on Instinctively as they are now, But fresh always with new tears .
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For there's no rood has not a star above it;The cordial quality of pear or plumAscends as gladly in a single tree,As in broad orchards resonant with bees;And every atom poises for itself,And for the whole.
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