14 de Julio, 2007

Appear to lift up from the lake;
Where lamps are lit: these, too,
References
Astonished that you have returned to go
And beyond, the same sound of bees
That neither the motionless farm couple trudging
Trampled snow is the only rose.
This perfection, this absence.
Across the heavens' gray.
Two of us, Docteur and Madame Machin, who stand
I. Further Exploration of Spitsbergen
That images of roads, whether composed
Will sound, then the Lord's face will luminesce
Yes. The obvious
Merely a mockery of spring
Left and right, and far ahead in the dusk.
Some stubborn sprouts up through the stubble hay,
Away from their profundity of surface.
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive

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When I am heard, and what I say is solely
Deep in the fog that quenches every ray,
Escapees from the cold work of living,
Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
Late February, and the air's so balmy
demonstrating their talent for comedy—stroke
He is harsh, dismal, ice—that is, exiled;
Calling me to you with wild gesturings
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
Place of absorbing snow, itself to be
To follow in the path of their brief blossoming
To pick up even the quickening of wind
Point, after all, when finally one reaches
In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,
will come, blighting our harbingers of spring,
I might have happily lived some other childhood.
Blurring the terrain,
(Our fortitude grows dim in
And melt the spirit; his mouth will distend