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I
have
died
of
love
.
I
have
died
for
love
,
as
you
shall
see
.
In
a
little
while
they
will
take
me
out
,
me
,
Darrell
Standing
,
and
make
me
die
.
And
that
death
shall
be
for
love
.
Oh
,
not
lightly
was
I
stirred
when
I
slew
Professor
Haskell
in
the
laboratory
at
the
University
of
California
.
He
was
a
man
.
I
was
a
man
.
And
there
was
a
woman
beautiful
.
Do
you
understand
?
She
was
a
woman
and
I
was
a
man
and
a
lover
,
and
all
the
heredity
of
love
was
mine
up
from
the
black
and
squalling
jungle
ere
love
was
love
and
man
was
man
.
Oh
,
ay
,
it
is
nothing
new
.
Often
,
often
,
in
that
long
past
have
I
given
life
and
honour
,
place
and
power
for
love
.
Man
is
different
from
woman
.
She
is
close
to
the
immediate
and
knows
only
the
need
of
instant
things
.
We
know
honour
above
her
honour
,
and
pride
beyond
her
wildest
guess
of
pride
.
Our
eyes
are
far-visioned
for
star-gazing
,
while
her
eyes
see
no
farther
than
the
solid
earth
beneath
her
feet
,
the
lover
's
breast
upon
her
breast
,
the
infant
lusty
in
the
hollow
of
her
arm
.
And
yet
,
such
is
our
alchemy
compounded
of
the
ages
,
woman
works
magic
in
our
dreams
and
in
our
veins
,
so
that
more
than
dreams
and
far
visions
and
the
blood
of
life
itself
is
woman
to
us
,
who
,
as
lovers
truly
say
,
is
more
than
all
the
world
.
Yet
is
this
just
,
else
would
man
not
be
man
,
the
fighter
and
the
conqueror
,
treading
his
red
way
on
the
face
of
all
other
and
lesser
life
--
for
,
had
man
not
been
the
lover
,
the
royal
lover
,
he
could
never
have
become
the
kingly
fighter
.
We
fight
best
,
and
die
best
,
and
live
best
,
for
what
we
love
.
I
am
that
one
man
.
I
see
myself
the
many
selves
that
have
gone
into
the
constituting
of
me
.
And
ever
I
see
the
woman
,
the
many
women
,
who
have
made
me
and
undone
me
,
who
have
loved
me
and
whom
I
have
loved
.
I
remember
,
oh
,
long
ago
when
human
kind
was
very
young
,
that
I
made
me
a
snare
and
a
pit
with
a
pointed
stake
upthrust
in
the
middle
thereof
,
for
the
taking
of
Sabre-Tooth
.
Sabre-Tooth
,
long-fanged
and
long-haired
,
was
the
chiefest
peril
to
us
of
the
squatting
place
,
who
crouched
through
the
nights
over
our
fires
and
by
day
increased
the
growing
shell-bank
beneath
us
by
the
clams
we
dug
and
devoured
from
the
salt
mud-flats
beside
us
.
And
when
the
roar
and
the
squall
of
Sabre-Tooth
roused
us
where
we
squatted
by
our
dying
embers
,
and
I
was
wild
with
far
vision
of
the
proof
of
the
pit
and
the
stake
,
it
was
the
woman
,
arms
about
me
,
leg-twining
,
who
fought
with
me
and
restrained
me
not
to
go
out
through
the
dark
to
my
desire
.
She
was
part-clad
,
for
warmth
only
,
in
skins
of
animals
,
mangy
and
fire-burnt
,
that
I
had
slain
;
she
was
swart
and
dirty
with
camp
smoke
,
unwashed
since
the
spring
rains
,
with
nails
gnarled
and
broken
,
and
hands
that
were
calloused
like
footpads
and
were
more
like
claws
than
like
hands
;
but
her
eyes
were
blue
as
the
summer
sky
is
,
as
the
deep
sea
is
,
and
there
was
that
in
her
eyes
,
and
in
her
clasped
arms
about
me
,
and
in
her
heart
beating
against
mine
,
that
withheld
me
...
though
through
the
dark
until
dawn
,
while
Sabre-Tooth
squalled
his
wrath
and
his
agony
,
I
could
hear
my
comrades
snickering
and
sniggling
to
their
women
in
that
I
had
not
the
faith
in
my
emprise
and
invention
to
venture
through
the
night
to
the
pit
and
the
stake
I
had
devised
for
the
undoing
of
Sabre-Tooth
.
But
my
woman
,
my
savage
mate
held
me
,
savage
that
I
was
,
and
her
eyes
drew
me
,
and
her
arms
chained
me
,
and
her
twining
legs
and
heart
beating
to
mine
seduced
me
from
my
far
dream
of
things
,
my
man
's
achievement
,
the
goal
beyond
goals
,
the
taking
and
the
slaying
of
Sabre-Tooth
on
the
stake
in
the
pit
.
Once
I
wan
Ushu
,
the
archer
.
I
remember
it
well
.
For
I
was
lost
from
my
own
people
,
through
the
great
forest
,
till
I
emerged
on
the
flat
lands
and
grass
lands
,
and
was
taken
in
by
a
strange
people
,
kin
in
that
their
skin
was
white
,
their
hair
yellow
,
their
speech
not
too
remote
from
mine
.
And
she
was
Igar
,
and
I
drew
her
as
I
sang
in
the
twilight
,
for
she
was
destined
a
race-mother
,
and
she
was
broad-built
and
full-dugged
,
and
she
could
not
but
draw
to
the
man
heavy-muscled
,
deep-chested
,
who
sang
of
his
prowess
in
man-slaying
and
in
meat-getting
,
and
so
,
promised
food
and
protection
to
her
in
her
weakness
whilst
she
mothered
the
seed
that
was
to
hunt
the
meat
and
live
after
her
.
And
these
people
knew
not
the
wisdom
of
my
people
,
in
that
they
snared
and
pitted
their
meat
and
in
battle
used
clubs
and
stone
throwing-sticks
and
were
unaware
of
the
virtues
of
arrows
swift-flying
,
notched
on
the
end
to
fit
the
thong
of
deer-sinew
,
well-twisted
,
that
sprang
into
straightness
when
released
to
the
spring
of
the
ask-stick
bent
in
the
middle
.
And
while
I
sang
,
the
stranger
men
laughed
in
the
twilight
.
And
only
she
,
Igar
,
believed
and
had
faith
in
me
.
