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A matter of getting all that right . . .
and the Splendid Splinter. For a few dreamy dollars,
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
Dim, and die tonight?
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
Appendices
In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,
XVII. Greenland
Yes. The obvious
And all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten,
Over the chilly dale.
This gap in time, this season not their own,
Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.
Between the high and the low, in this night.
The line between the outside and this room
In the sound of the snow. What the countless
And beyond, the same sound of bees
That square—Oh, 56 x 56
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow