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There is a great river this side of
Before one comes to the first black
And trees that lack the intelligence of trees
In that river, far this side of Stygia,

OM pent-up, aching rivers;
From that of myself, without which I were nothing;
From what I am determin'd to make illustrious, even if I stand sole         among men;
From my own voice resonant—singing the phallus,

The willows carried a slow sound,
A sarabande the wind mowed on the mead
I could never remember That seething, steady leveling of the marshes Till age had brought me to the sea
Flags, weeds

I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.