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It has to be asked if this stirring in nature,
this out of the window progression to keep
us going, is going anywhere.
In the park, the chestnuts in luminous foliage
behave for all the world like
perfect forgiveness, radiant in grace,
or else, have always like elephants on
a trail of centuries' use moved
irrespective, working for life, and taking
the world forward - but to what end?
Ah, that is a question posed by a man,
whose answer's implicit in the motion,
but not so as he can answer it.
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