"The Burial of the Dead" Annotations

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What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
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    What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
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    Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,                                  20
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    You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
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    A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
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    And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
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    And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
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    There is shadow under this red rock,
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    (Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
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    And I will show you something different from either
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    Your shadow at morning striding behind you
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    Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
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    I will show you fear in a handful of dust.                              30
  
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,                                  20
 
  
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
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    :Frisch weht der Wind
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    :Der Heimat zu
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    :Mein Irisch Kind,
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    :Wo weilest du?
  
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
 
  
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
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    "You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
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    "They called me the hyacinth girl."
  
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
 
  
There is shadow under this red rock,
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    - Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
 
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    Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
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    Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
 
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    Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,                                    40
And I will show you something different from either
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    Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
 
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Your shadow at morning striding behind you
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Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
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I will show you fear in a handful of dust.                              30
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:Frisch weht der Wind
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:Der Heimat zu
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:Mein Irisch Kind,
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:Wo weilest du?
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"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
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"They called me the hyacinth girl."
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- Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
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Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
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Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
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Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,                                    40
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Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
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Od' und leer das Meer.
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    Od' und leer das Meer.
  
 
== Stanza 3 ==
 
== Stanza 3 ==

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