Solitary rat snake caught in the shape of a vine... Cautious but listless, comfortless luck of design At the rain barrel: a pilgrim whose one complaint Is thirst, as the sun caught fire above a saint. Give this great hoop of the world its auspice true: This tree possessed of perfection that simply grew Out of offshoots, trickles of rain before the drought. Unworldly signs in the sky are glaring askance At the uprooted faces and painful circumstance: The burnt up blades of grass, the forage dried out,-- A onetime paradise where Demeter's daughter Arises but briefly at springtime's urgent brink. The wilted serpent is brought to a dish of water, Its head slightly bowed before it takes a drink.
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