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IN THE WHEAT by PAUL FORT

First Line: I HEAR AN UNSEEN CHILD BREATHING IN THE WHEAT
Last Line: AND I AND THE WHEAT NO MORE THAN A SOFT, SWEET BREATHING!
Subject(s): WHEAT;
I hear an unseen child breathing in the wheat. I hearken, and it is the rapture
of the universe and of my soul.

Over the sea of the wheat the far-spreading sky, and unto the zenith the blue
sky is one sound.

I see no more. Where am I? Did I once live? Is love my dream?

What I have dreamed of the universe, what I have thought, what I have suffered,
is no more, Oh, is no more than a soft breathing.

And I and the wheat no more than a soft, sweet breathing!



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