Dismal, endless plain�
The paths of childhood.
That open before me? What I see
Away from their profundity of surface.
Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.
And I would like
Of meaning like these�the world created by
Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,
Will hear the storm-blast of his clarion.
shortcake, waffles, berries and cream
shortcake, waffles, berries and cream
Down the long course of the gray slush of things
To run, as in the time of the bee, seeking
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
So, startled, quivering,
Only whirled snow heaped up by whirled snow,
Everywhere, utterly.
Again awaken from your being gone to find
Across the heavens' gray.
The paths of childhood.
That open before me? What I see
Away from their profundity of surface.
Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.
And I would like
Of meaning like these�the world created by
Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,
Will hear the storm-blast of his clarion.
shortcake, waffles, berries and cream
shortcake, waffles, berries and cream
Down the long course of the gray slush of things
To run, as in the time of the bee, seeking
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
So, startled, quivering,
Only whirled snow heaped up by whirled snow,
Everywhere, utterly.
Again awaken from your being gone to find
Across the heavens' gray.
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