Unformatted text preview: Your tooth breaks, and your tooth is renewed; You will not keep it for long. Your plowman calls you “This Plow is broken again!” And , again, carpenters have to be hired, people. .. The whole chapter of workers is milling around you. The harness-makers scrape another green hide for you, Twisting it with pegs for you. Without stopping they turn the tourniquet for you, And F nally a foul hide is put upon year head. Your work is slight, though your ways are great! My turn of duty is twelve months; The time you are idle is eight months; So you are absent twice as long as you are present! And then, on the boat you make a hut; When you are put aboard, your ‘hands’ sever the boards So that your face has to be pulled out of the water like a wine-jar. And only after I have make a pile of logs Can my smoke and F re dry you out! Your seeding-funnel—what is then its importance? Your ‘important ones’ are thrown upon a pile As implements to be destroyed....
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- Summer '10
- History, eight months, twelve months, Plough, Plowman, fowler samples eggs