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Archibald MacLeish, “Epistle To Be Left In The Earth”
:...It is colder now
:            there are many stars
:			we are drifting
:North by the Great Bear
:			the leaves are falling
The water is stone in the scooped rock
				to southward
Red sun grey air 
		the crows are
Slow on their crooked wings
			the jays have left us 
Long since we passed the flares of Orion
Each man believes in his heart he will die
Many have written last thoughts and last letters
None know if our deaths are now or forever
None know if this wandering earth will be found

We lie down and the snow covers our garments
I pray you
	you (if any open this writing)
Make in your mouths the words that were our names
I will tell you all we have learned 
		I will tell you everything 
The earth is round
			there are springs under the orchards
The loam cuts with a blunt knife
				beware of
Elms in thunder
		the lights in the sky are stars
We think they do not see 
			we think also
The trees do not know nor the leaves of the grasses hear us 
The birds too are ignorant
			do not listen 
Do not stand at dark in the open windows
We before you have heard this 
				they are voices
They are not words at all but the wind rising 
Also no one among us has seen God 
(...We have thought often
the flaws of sun in the late and driving weather
pointed to one tree but it was not so.)
As for the nights I warn you the nights are dangerous
The wind changes at night and the dreams come 

It is very cold 
		there are strange stars near Arcturus
Voices are crying an unknown name in the sky