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In the south of Italy the peasants put out the eyes of a captured quail so that its cries may attract the flocks of spring migrants into their nets	A
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All through the night	B
I have heard the stuttering call of a blind quail	C
A caged decoy under a cairn of stones	D
Crying for light as the quails cry for love	E
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Other wanderers	F
Northward from Africa winging on numb pinions dazed	G
With beating winds and the sobbing of the sea	H
Hear in a breath of sweet land herbage the call	I
Of the blind one their sister	J
Hearing their fluttered hearts	K
Take courage and they wheel in their dark flight	B
Knowing that their toil is over dreaming to see	H
The white stubbles of Abruzzi smitten with dawn	L
And spilt grain lying in the furrows the squandered gold	M
That is the delight of quails in their spring mating	N
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Land scents grow keener	J
Penetrating the dank and bitter odour of brine	O
That whitens their feathers	F
Far below the voice of their sister calls them	P
To plenty and sweet water and fulfilment	M
Over the pallid margin of dim seas breaking	N
Over the thickening in the darkness that is land	M
They fly Their flight is ended Wings beat no more	Q
Downward they drift one by one like dark petals	R
Slowly listlessly falling	N
Into the mouth of horror	J
The nets	A
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Where men come trampling and crying with bright lanterns	S
Plucking their weak entangled claws from the meshes of net	M
Clutching the soft brown bodies mottled with olive	E
Crushing the warm fluttering flesh in hands stained with blood	M
Till their quivering hearts are stilled and the bright eyes	T
That are like a polished agate glaze in death	U
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But the blind one in her wicker cage without ceasing	N
Haunts this night of spring with her stuttering call	I
Knowing nothing of the terror that walks in darkness	V
Knowing only that some cruelty has stolen the light	M
That is life and that she must cry until she dies	T
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I in the darkness	V
Heard and my heart grew sick But I know that to morrow	W
A smiling peasant will come with a basket of quails	X
Wrapped in vine leaves prodding them with blood stained fingers	F
Saying 'Signore you must cook them thus and thus	V
With a sprig of basil inside them ' And I shall thank him	Y
Carrying the piteous carcases into the kitchen	Z
Without a pang without shame	A2
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'Why should I be ashamed Why should I rail	C
Against the cruelty of men Why should I pity	M
Seeing that there is no cruelty which men can imagine	Z
To match the subtle dooms that are wrought against them	P
By blind spores of pestilence seeing that each of us	V
Lured by dim hopes flutters in the toils of death	U
On a cold star that is spinning blindly through space	B2
Into the nets of time '	-
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So cried I bitterly thrusting pity aside	M
Closing my lids to sleep But sleep came not	M
And pity with sad eyes	T
Crept to my side and told me	M
That the life of all creatures is brave and pityful	C
Whether they be men with dark thoughts to vex them	P
Or birds wheeling in the swift joys of flight	M
Or brittle ephemerids spinning to death in the haze	C2
Of gold that quivers on dim evening waters	F
Nor would she be denied	M
The harshness died	M
Within me and my heart	M
Was caught and fluttered like the palpitant heart	M
Of a brown quail flying	N
To the call of her blind sister	J
And death in the spring night	M

Francis Brett Young

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