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And when I opened up my eyes I saw
The dawn light frost the apple tree.
The beginning, the separated heavens,
The sea and the land, the salt fecundity
And the innocence of animals-
All here in the garden as it had to be,
Fixed and waiting as in a memory
PAR TIS AN REV lEW
That draws you back within a dream,
And you wake to find the memory
is
true,
And the dream
is
what must come to be,
Fixed and waiting as in a memory.
And so it was at my waking I found her
By my side, true as she had to be,
True as the singing miracle of sky and birds,
...
I opened up my eyes and saw
The dawn light frost the apple tree.
And the dreaming in my mind conceived
The blame and the jealous blow and the tide
Of blood gathering to the sorrow of waters,
The animals, two by two, again
The monotony of peace, again the unheard cry
And the torturer's escape, the depression of prophecy
And the ultimate anger of the fire-
Because of the beginning. And I remember
She was gone, and I knew why, and even though
It was a dream, I ran, hoping to stop her,
Trying to wake before I dreamed the beginning;
And I did, and all was forgotten,
And there, eyes closed, we lay together,
But I, not wanting to dream the beginning,
Remembering it did not have to be,
I opened up my eyes and saw
The dawn light frost the apple tree.
The telling repetition of the lines, " ... I opened up my eyes and
saw/ The dawn light frost the apple tree," establishes the circular move–
ment of the poem, always turning back upon itself-the theme of the
eternal return with no progression. These circles never ascend spirally
like Whitman's, and they never expand like Emerson's circle. The
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bolic machinery of the nineteenth century has broken down, but essen–
tially it is still the same machinery. The reality of the sensible universe
