large/948/anthem_librivox_64kb_mp3/anthem_02_rand_64kb_26
large/948/anthem_librivox_64kb_mp3/anthem_02_rand_64kb
English
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Women work in the fields, and their white tunics in the wind are like the wings of sea gulls beating over the black soil. WOMEN WORK IN THE FIELDS AND THEIR WHITE TUNICS IN THE WIND ARE LIKE THE WINGS OF SEA GULLS BEATING OVER THE BLACK SOIL
our heart there is the first peace we have known in twenty years. PART TWO Liberty 5-3000... Liberty five-three thousand ... Liberty 5-3000.... We wish to write this name. We wish to speak it, but we dare not speak it above a whisper. For men are forbidden to take notice of women, and women are forbidden to take notice of men. But we think of one among women, they whose name is Liberty 5-3000, and we think of no others. The women who have been assigned to work the soil live in the Homes of the Peasants beyond the City. Where the City ends there is a great road winding off to the north, and we Street Sweepers must keep this road clean to the first milepost. There is a hedge along the road, and beyond the hedge lie the fields. 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.  V O X DOT O WORK RECORDING BY CHERIE TERRYO ANTHEM BY AN RAN CHAPTER TWO LIBERTY FIVE THREE THOUSAND LIBERTY FIVE THREE THOUSAND LIBERTY FIVE THREE THOUSAND WE WISH TO WRITE THIS NAME WE WISH TO SPEAK IT BUT WE DARE NOT SPEAK IT ABOVE A WHISPER FOR MEN ARE FORBIDDEN TO TAKE NOTICE OF WOMEN AND WOMEN ARE FORBIDDEN TO TAKE NOTICE OF MEN BUT WE THINK OF ONE AMONG WOMEN THOSE WHOSE NAME IS LIBERTY FIVE THREE THOUSAND AND WE THINK OF NO OTHERS THE WOMEN WHO HAVE BEEN ASSIGNED TO WORK THE SOIL LIVE IN THE HOMES OF THE PEASANTS BEYOND THE CITY WHERE THE CITY ENDS THERE IS A GREAT ROAD WINDING OFF TO THE NORTH AND WE STREET SWEEPERS MUST KEEP THIS ROAD CLEAN FOR THE FIRST MILE POST THERE IS A HEDGE ALONG THE ROAD AND BEYOND THE HEDGE LIES THE FIELDS THE FIELDS ARE BLACK AND PLOUGHED AND THEY LIE LIKE A GREAT FAN BEFORE US FURROWS GATHERED IN SOME HAND BEYOND THE SKY SPREADING FORTH FROM THAT HAND OPENING WIDE APART AS THEY COME TOWARD US LIKE BLACK FLEETS THAT SPARKLE WITH THIN GREEN SPANGLES
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