Dust

Dust written by William Henry Davies

From "Secrets", 1924

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If Life is dust, is not dust Life?
We're walking on the backs of living things;
On things that live we sleep.
I kick a stone that - were its life released -
Could in its fury leap
Into my face and be a frantic beast.
What things lie sleeping all around,
That may awake at last
And, joining in our mortal strife,
Defend their rights as living dust!

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