August Strindberg Poems

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1.
We Waves

WE, we waves,
That are rocking the winds
To rest--
Green cradles, we waves!
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2.
Indra

DOWN to the sand-covered earth.
Straw from the harvested fields soiled our feet;
Dust from the high-roads,
Smoke from the cities,
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