Another life is a brief autumn, Fierce storm-rack scrawled with lightning Passed over it Leaving the naked bleeding earth, Stabbed with the swords of the rain. [37] [37] An Actor He plots for he is angry, He sneers for he is bold. He clinches his fist Like a twisted snake; Coiling itself, preparing to raise its head, Above the long grasses of the plain. [38] [38] [39] [39] Part II [40]
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