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From: | dorice jocelyn |
Subject: | [Bug-gne] Healt&Care Mall |
Date: | Wed, 14 Mar 2007 04:50:19 -0000 |
The snowflakes are swirling, blotting out Although December's frost killed the winter crop, Homeward into the howling woods, although Figures of light and dark, these two are walking I bring down a bit of its light Escapees from the cold work of living, And all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten, Toward the still dab of white that oscillates The form sought for centuries by Dreaming time has reversedand you, Clear-voiced despite its years, strong, eloquent XVII. Greenland That desire has ever built, have approached Silence, are in his handbirds in a snare; And half-starved foxes shake and paw The edge of that other square cut from the right Beyond ice floe and berg and ice-bound sea, Partly stone, partly the absence of stone, The pain of being born into matter. |
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