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Amy Lowell - The Travelling Bear
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GRASS-BLADES push up between the cobblestones 
And catch the sun on their flat sides 
Shooting it back, 
Gold and emerald, 
Into the eyes of passers-by. 
And over the cobblestones, 
Square-footed and heavy, 
Dances the trained bear. 
The cobbles cut his feet, 
And he has a ring in his nose 
But still he dances, 
For the keeper pricks him with a sharp stick, 
Under his fur. 
Now the crowd gapes and chuckles, 
And boys and young women shuffle their feet in time to the dancing bear, 
They see him wobbling 
Against a dust of emerald and gold, 
And they are greatly delighted. 
The legs of the bear shake with fatigue 
And his back aches, 
And the shining grass-blades dazzle and confuse him. 
But still he dances, 
Because of the little, pointed stick.
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