Some stubborn sprouts up through the stubble hay,
The line between the outside and this room
Alberti, Brunelleschi, Sangallo,
into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard
People might see to be the opening
grow hot in the parking lot, though they're
Covering the land—
II. Quest and Conquest
Winds blow sharp, what then?
To watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.
Would their world not remain comfortably
In a single floral stroke,
With sun's warmth wasted on a stone,
Oh you builders,
Dismal, endless plain—
By what it seems to have moved toward. In any
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
Preface to the 1948 Edition
My only thought is for what has
The line between the outside and this room
Alberti, Brunelleschi, Sangallo,
into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard
People might see to be the opening
grow hot in the parking lot, though they're
Covering the land—
II. Quest and Conquest
Winds blow sharp, what then?
To watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.
Would their world not remain comfortably
In a single floral stroke,
With sun's warmth wasted on a stone,
Oh you builders,
Dismal, endless plain—
By what it seems to have moved toward. In any
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
Preface to the 1948 Edition
My only thought is for what has
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