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Two Poems

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I     If suddenly a clod of earth should rise,     And walk about, and breathe, and speak, and love,     How one would tremble, and in what surprise     Gasp: 'Can you move?'     I see men walking, and I always feel:     'Earth! How have you done this? What can you be?'     I can't learn how to know men, or conceal     How strange they are to me.     II     A flower is looking through the ground,     Blinking at the April weather;     Now a child has seen the flower:     Now they go and play together.     Now it seems the flower will speak,     And will call the child its brother -     But, oh strange forgetfulness! -     They don't recognize each other.

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