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You walk for days among trees and among stones.
Rarely does the eye light on a thing,
and then only when it has recognized that thing as the sign
of another thing: a print in the sand indicates
the tiger's passage; a marsh announcesa a
vein of water; the hibiscus flower, the end of winter.
All the rest is silent and interchangeable;
trees and stones are only what they are.