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| Cows at Charleston |
Then
suddenly, as the illusion petered out, the cows took up the burden. One had lost her calf. In the very nick of time she lifted her great
moon-eyed head and bellowed. All the
great moon- eyed heads laid themselves back.
From cow after cow came the same yearning bellow. The whole world was filled with dumb
yearning. It was the primeval voice sounding loud in the ear of the present moment. Then the whole herd caught the
infection. Lashing their tails, blobbed
like pokers, they tossed their heads high, plunged and bellowed, as if Eros had
planted his dart in their flanks and goaded them to fury. The cows annihilated the gap; bridged the distance;
filled the emptiness and continued the emotion.
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