1 For we are not like our brothers.
2 Yet our brothers are not like us.
3 The lash whistled like a singing wind.
4 The Golden One are not like the others.
5 Yet we call them the Golden One, for they are not like the others.
6 We strive to be like all our brother men, for all men must be alike.
7 Its walls were hard and smooth to the touch; it felt like stone, but it was not stone.
8 The sky is like a black sieve pierced by silver drops that tremble, ready to burst through.
9 And a strange thought comes to us: we wonder, for the first time in our life, what we look like.
10 Dare not choose in your minds the work you would like to do when you leave the Home of the Students.
11 We were just like all our brothers then, save for the one transgression: we fought with our brothers.
12 They are a tall, strong youth and their eyes are like fireflies, for there is laughter in their eyes.
13 We had been a good Street Sweeper and like all our brother Street Sweepers, save for our cursed wish to know.
14 Women work in the fields, and their white tunics in the wind are like the wings of sea-gulls beating over the black soil.
15 Twice have we been sent to the Palace of Mating, but it is an ugly and shameful matter, of which we do not like to think.
16 And the drops of water falling from their hands, as they raised the water to their lips, were like sparks of fire in the sun.
17 The fields are black and ploughed, and they lie like a great fan before us, with their furrows gathered in some hand beyond the sky, spreading forth from that hand, opening wide apart as they come toward us, like black pleats that sparkle with thin, green spangles.
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