163 You take the energy, ticking in the pendulums of clocks, Roaring in the engines of cars, and shining in the lamps. You take the power to move the iron mechanism of words, To rotate the wooden wheel forward -- night to day -- and back; The force of April inside the springing sprouts; the drive of May In my limbs; the impulse of rain; the will of birds to sing; The wish of creatures to mate; the strength to be -- you take away, Leaving me in nothingness, when you take yourself from me.







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