First-hand, my knowledge that the earth could shake Like a drying dog It seemed the quake, Or tremor, rattier, started as a sound As if a thousand sprinters stamped fee ground In rattling umson The mad mistake Of ancient strata made its break With the sane surface and slowed tike a watch unwound Outside the palace thamber lay a gravel plot, With stones heaped straight in regimented rows That went anseea from being plain in view At the class s end, I stopped my work, and thought I saw as One who saw creation knows, The stones, like primal earth, spread flat and new A second example of the odd warnings of onrush ing change that poets-as the mtuitors of their culture-felt comes from the works of DwaidrKauznet(10110 101/0) Kauznet whose poetry was unpublished in his lifetime was an overaged junior officer on Illerdan a fief of House Kaastaar in the garrison at Lodengorod He was one of the most decen