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Out Of The Cradle Endlessly Rocking

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Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle,
Out of the Ninth-month midnight,
Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child
leaving his bed wander'd alone, bareheaded, barefoot,
Down from the shower'd halo,
Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as
if they were alive,
Out from the patches of briers and blackberries,
From the memories of the bird that chanted to me,
From your memories sad brother, from the fitful risings and
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Tony Best 08 October 2007
One of my favorites. I love how walt combines the pathos of the male bird for his lost mate, with his own poetic self, or his poetic awakening. What can one say? The Master has spoken, and we stand humbled.
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Francesco Lorto 22 August 2005
extremely moving(? ... 'commovente' in italian) . The verses spoken by the bird should be quoted, highlighted somehow...
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