Paul Cezanne The Banks of the Marne

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they called you subtle one.
But little knife, what have you done?
Unlocked blood-gates, left them wide!
Little knife, your mother calls you,
from the entrails of the earth,
from her deepest mines and caverns,
from her secret iron womb.
your wind the breath inside the lungs,
blood, your world is bounded. Stay there!"
Will thought he could feel all the atoms of his body responding to her command, and he joined in, urging his leaking blood to listen and obey.Listen!"And Serafina stamped again and clapped her hands with the other witches, and they shook their throats to make a wild ululation that tore at the air like claws. Will, seated in the middle of them, felt a chill at the core of his spine.Then Serafina Pekkala turned to Will himself, and took his wounded hand in both of hers. When she sang this time, he nearly flinched, so fierce was her high, clear voice, so glittering her eyes; but he sat without moving, and let the spell go on."Blood! Obey me! Turn around,be a lake and not a river.When you reach the open air,stop! And build a clotted wall,build it firm to hold the flood back.Blood, your sky is the skull-dome,your sun is the open eye,