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Ho Giant This is I	A
I have built me a bean stalk into your sky	A
La but it's lovely up so high	A
	-
This is how I came I put	B
Here my knee there my foot	B
Up and up from shoot to shoot	C
And the blessed bean stalk thinning	D
Like the mischief all the time	E
Till it took me rocking spinning	D
In a dizzy sunny circle	F
Making angles with the root	C
Far and out above the cackle	F
Of the city I was born in	G
Till the little dirty city	H
In the light so sheer and sunny	H
Shone as dazzling bright and pretty	H
As the money that you find	I
In a dream of finding money	H
What a wind What a morning	D
	-
Till the tiny shiny city	H
When I shot a glance below	J
Shaken with a giddy laughter	K
Sick and blissfully afraid	L
Was a dew drop on a blade	L
And a pair of moments after	K
Was the whirling guess I made	L
And the wind was like a whip	M
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Cracking past my icy ears	N
And my hair stood out behind	I
And my eyes were full of tears	O
Wide open and cold	P
More tears than they could hold	P
The wind was blowing so	J
And my teeth were in a row	J
Dry and grinning	D
And I felt my foot slip	M
And I scratched the wind and whined	P
And I clutched the stalk and jabbered	P
With my eyes shut blind	P
What a wind What a wind	P
	-
Your broad sky Giant	P
Is the shelf of a cupboard	P
I make bean stalks I'm	E
A builder like yourself	Q
But bean stalks is my trade	P
I couldn't make a shelf	Q
Don't know how they're made	P
Now a bean stalk is more pliant	P
La what a climb	E

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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