And the drops of water falling from their hands, as they raised the...
The trees have swallowed the ruins, and the bones under the ruins, and...
The forest seemed to welcome us.
Only the iron tracks glowed through it, straight and white, calling us...
And we looked staight into the eyes of the Council, but their eyes...
Women work in the fields, and their white tunics in the wind are like...
The fire flickers in the oven and blue shadows dance upon the walls,...
Their body was straight and thin as a blade of iron.
Fear walks through the City, fear without name, without shape.
They are a tall, strong youth and their eyes are like fireflies, for...
But we could not follow, for we were losing the puddle of light behind...
The sky is like a black sieve pierced by silver drops that tremble,...
And beyond the City there lies the plain, and beyond the plain, black...
This miracle of me is mine to own and keep, and mine to guard, and...
We alone, of the thousands who walk this earth, we alone in this hour...
And it seems to us that our spirit is clear as a lake troubled by no...
All of the following descriptions are parallel in meaning except:
The shadow on the sundial marks off a half-hour while we dress and eat...
It is empty save for trees and weeds.
"How dared you, gutter cleaner," spoke Fraternity 9-3452, "to hold...
It was old and rusted by many rains.
The walls are cracked and water runs upon them in thin threads without...
They sit in the sun in summer and they sit by the fire in winter.
And is sometimes, in the secret darkness of our heart, we regret that...
We had broken a law, for we had not paid heed to the words of our...
They had hair of gold and eyes of blue as morning.
Thus it did come to pass that each night, when the stars are high and...
They stood still as a stone, and they looked straight upon us,...
And slowly, slowly as a flush of blood, a red flame trembled in the...
Then we saw the Scholars who sat arounda long table; they were...
And the road seemed not to be flat before us, but as if it were...
"They always work in the same places," we answered, "and no one will...
But ever do our eyes return to that black patch upon the sky.
There was nothing left around us, nothing save night and a thin thread...
It is true that our tunic was torn and stained with brown stains which...
Men never enter the Uncharted Forest, for there is no power to explore...
But here, in our tunnel, we feel it no longer.
And we stood still that we might not spill this pain more precious...
Their hair was golden as sun; their hair flew in the wind, shining and...
We wondered who was sprinkling burning coal dust upon the floor, for...
For this wire is as a part of our body, as a vein torn from us,...