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Poem	Is this everything now, the quick delusions of flowers, And the down colors of the bright summer meadow, The soft blue spread of heaven, the bees' song, Is this everything only a god's Groaning dream, The cry of unconscious powers for deliverance? The distant line of the mountain, That beautifully and courageously rests in the blue, Is this too only a convulsion, Only the wild strain of fermenting nature, Only grief, only agony, only meaningless fumbling, Never resting, never a blessed movement? No! Leave me alone, you impure dream Of the world in suffering! The dance of tiny insects cradles you in an evening radiance, The bird's cry cradles you, A breath of wind cools my forehead With consolation. Leave me alone, you unendurably old human grief! Let it all be pain. Let it all be suffering, let it be wretched- But not this one sweet hour in the summer, And not the fragrance of the red clover, And not the deep tender pleasure In my soul.
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