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Please finish the description of "Poems to the Sun" (below). If you have time adn want to get ahead, you may write a description of the next poem, "Untitled ["Puva, puva, puva" (also below).
Poems to the Sun
All the cattle are resting in the fields,
The trees and the plants are growing,
The birds flutter above the marshes,
Their wings uplifted in adoration,
And all the sheep are dancing,
All winged things are flying,
They live when you have shown on them.
The boats sail upstream and downstream alike,
Every highway is open because you dawn.
The fish in the river leap up in front of you,
Your rays are in the middle of the great green sea.
Untitled ("Puva, puva, puva")
Puva, puva, puva,
In the trail the beetles
On each other’s backs are sleeping,
So on mine, my baby, thou.
Puva, puva, puva!
Hopi Indians
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