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The going of the glade boat Is like water flowing; Like water flowing Through the green saw gr, Under the rainbows; Under the rainbows That are like birds, Turning, bedizened, While the wind still whistles As kildeer do, When they rise At the red turban Of the boatman.
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The Load Of The Sugar Cane
The going of the glade boat Is like water flowing; Like water flowing Through the green saw gr, Under the rainbows; Under the rainbows That are like birds, Turning, bedizened, While the wind still whistles As kildeer do, When they rise At the red turban Of the boatman.
Wallace Stevens
1879 - 1955/Male/American