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I know the ritual
Of the Sun,
Whose daily death
Has flattered every century's man.
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I know the ritual
Of man,'
Who lives in the
Nostrils of his grandsons
And has a view
Of earth's nocturnal plan.
I know the ritual
Of earth,
Unwearied in its course,
A fallow wintry desert
That cycles into birth.
I know the ritual
Of man and Sun,
Whose natural light
Upheaves the darkness
In its eternity to run.
I know the ritual of the Sun.
From River of Bones
. And F' h And BlOod
By Eugene Redmond