mon semblable, mon frère
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Our epoch takes a voluptuous satisfaction
In that perspective of the action
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We too, we too, descending once again
The hills of our own land, we too have heard
Far off --- Ah, que ce cor a longue haleine ---
The horn of Roland in the passages of Spain,
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Señora, it is true the Greeks are dead.
It is true also that we here are Americans:
That we use the machines: that a sight of the god is unus ...
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THAT was by the door
Leafy evening in the apple trees
And you would not forget this anymore
And even if you died there would be these
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THE praisers of women in their proud and beautiful poems
Naming the grave mouth and the hair and the eyes
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I speak this poem now with grave and level voice
In praise of autumn, of the far-horn-winding fall.
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When liberty is headlong girl
And runs her roads and wends her ways
Liberty will shriek and whirl
Her showery torch to see it blaze.
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We too, we too, descending once again
The hills of our own land, we too have heard
Far off -- Ah, que ce cor a longue haleine --
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The old men rake the yards for winter
Burning the autumn-fallen leaves.
They have no lives, the one or the other.
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