He never even dreams, being sheer snow; Event, the end of the painted road ends upClose at the end of distance the two Chose How can they get the point of how a worldArchangel Winter, darkness on his back The purest form is always the oneand chaste, lovely as lakes to the retired men Or else, like us, sunk into some long gazePreface to the 1970 Edition A matter of getting all that right . . .Will sound, then the Lord's face will luminesce The surge of swirling wind definesComes up with as a means to its own end. Stars, the last day, endless and centerless,The line between the outside and this room Lucky the bell—still full and deep of throat,But what I am looking at is hardened snow, In Florida, it's strawberry season—Of a far barn, just where the road curves sharply
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