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312	Benét, Stephen Vincent	Young Adventure: A Book of Poems			.txt	text/plain	14447	1348	97	the thought of poetry crosses the mind like the dear memory of things Dark green, dusk red, and, like a coiling snake, Their white feet fall like flakes of snow, Comes like a living wind through sleep-bowed branches, Rent the dark sky like lightning, and I fell, The brown hills lay like quiet beasts The sky was like a cup some rare wine fills, "But, sir," I said, "they tell me the man is like to die!" Like great light And drinks the light in like a liquid thing; Like a wind-blown fruit between sea and sun, Drops like a fog and makes the breath come thick; that lifts like the face of a drowned man from the choking darkness. Like stooping hawks, to the long wind of horns, A flowing world, most like the sea, His eyes were like a flame it is like the body of another.	./cache/312.txt	./txt/312.txt