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'Does the ore feel trapped
in coins and gear? In the petty life imposed upon it
Does it feel homesick for Earth?'
(II,24)

The weeks stood still in summer.
The trees' blood rose. Now you feel
it wants to sink back
into the source of everything. You thought
you could trust that power
when you plucked the fruit;
now it becomes a riddle again,
and you again a stranger.
(II,I)