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FROM THE SWAMPS

For me, there is no spring

Before the frogs

With strange, uncouthly gurgling voices sing

From swamps where sweeps the cedar’s dusky wing
O’er fallen logs.

These pulsing-throated ones
Sing nameless praise q

Symbolic of the tide that runs

Through limb and leaf, in honour of the sun’s
Increasing rays.

CS

FOURTH YEAR PAINTING