English I Midterm Review

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English I Midterm Review

And we looked staight into the eyes of the Council, but their eyes were as cold as blue glass buttons.

The sky is like a black sieve pierced by silver drops that tremble, ready to burst through.

They are a tall, strong youth and their eyes are like fireflies, for there is laughter in their eyes.

Only the iron tracks glowed through it, straight and white, calling us to follow.

But we could not follow, for we were losing the puddle of light behind us.

The fire flickers in the oven and blue shadows dance upon the walls, and there is no sound of men to disturb us.

And it seems to us that our spirit is clear as a lake troubled by no eyes save those of the sun.

Women work in the fields, and their white tunics in the wind are like the wings of seagulls beating over the black soil.

Their body was straight and thin as a blade of iron.

And the drops of water falling from their hands, as they raised the water to their lips, were like sparks of fire in the sun.

Fear walks through the City, fear without name, without shape.

Men never enter the Uncharted Forest, for there is no power to explore it and no path to lead among its ancient trees which stand as guards of fearful secrets.

The trees have swallowed the ruins, and the bones under the ruins, and all the things which perished.

They had hair of gold and eyes of blue as morning.

There was nothing left around us, nothing save night and a thin thread of flame in it, as a crack in the wall of a prison.

For this wire is as a part of our body, as a vein torn from us, glowing with out blood.

Then we saw the Scholars who sat arounda long table; they were as shapeless clouds huddled at the rise of the great sky.

And slowly, slowly as a flush of blood, a red flame trembled in the wire.

And the road seemed not to be flat before us, but as if it were leaping up to meet us, and we waited for the earth to rise and strike us in the face.

The forest seemed to welcome us.

The walls are cracked and water runs upon them in thin threads without sound, black and glistening as blood.

And is sometimes, in the secret darkness of our heart, we regret that which befell us on our fifteenth birthday, we know that it was through our own guilt.

We had broken a law, for we had not paid heed to the words of our Teachers.

The shadow on the sundial marks off a half-hour while we dress and eat our breakfast in the dining hall, where there are five long tables with twenty clay plates and twenty clay cups on each table.

They sit in the sun in summer and they sit by the fire in winter.

It is empty save for trees and weeds.

It was old and rusted by many rains.

Thus it did come to pass that each night, when the stars are high and the Street Sweepers sit in the City Theatre, we, Equality 7-2521, steal and run through the darkness to our place.

We alone, of the thousands who walk this earth, we alone in this hour are doing a work which has no purpose save that we wish to do it.

Their hair was golden as sun; their hair flew in the wind, shining and wild, as if it defied men to restrain it.

And we stood still that we might not spill this pain more precious than pleasure.

They stood still as a stone, and they looked straight upon us, straight into our eyes.

"They always work in the same places," we answered, "and no one will take this road away from us."

But here, in our tunnel, we feel it no longer.

And beyond the City there lies the plain, and beyond the plain, black upon the black sky, there lies the Uncharted forest.

But ever do our eyes return to that black patch upon the sky.

We wondered who was sprinkling burning coal dust upon the floor, for we saw drops of red twinkling on the stones around us.

It is true that our tunic was torn and stained with brown stains which had been blood.

"How dared you, gutter cleaner," spoke Fraternity 9-3452, "to hold yourself as one alone and with the thoughts of the one and not of the many?"

This miracle of me is mine to own and keep, and mine to guard, and mine to us, and mine to kneel before!

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