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Complete the poem by listening to the given audio:
 
 
The trees inside are moving out into the ,
the forest that was empty all these days
where no  could sit
no insect hide
no sun bury its feet in 
the forest that was empty all these nights
will be full of trees by morning.
 
All night the roots work
to disengage themselves from the cracks
in the  floor.
The leaves strain toward the glass
small twigs stiff with 
long-cramped boughs shuffling under the roof
like newly discharged patients
half-dazed, moving
to the clinic doors.
 
I sit inside, doors open to the veranda
writing long 
in which I scarcely mention the departure
of the forest from the house.
The night is fresh, the whole moon shines
in a sky still open
the smell of leaves and
still reaches like a voice into the rooms.
 
My head is full of
which tomorrow will be silent.
Listen. The glass is breaking.
The trees are stumbling forward
into the night. Winds rush to meet them.
The moon is broken like a mirror,
its pieces flash now in the
of the tallest .
~Adrienne Rich
Reference:
National Council of Educational Research and Training (2006). Beehive. The Trees- Adrienne Rich (pp. 99-101). Published at the Publication Division by the Secretary, National Council of Educational Research and Training, Sri Aurobindo Marg, New Delhi.