That only you and I can know. Les deux
Silent patch of ultimate paint. You are
XXI. Flying in the Arctic
Given by nature will soak into it.
Left and right, and far ahead in the dusk.
Thinking of your abiding spirit brings
As if your absence now concluded long ago.
When I am heard, and what I say is solely
Snow haze gleams like sand.
What I have in my hands, these flowers, these shadows,
Mère and Père Chose are walking away from the
Choces, Mère and Père, undreaming even of fields
Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,
With sun's warmth wasted on a stone,
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
To have been claimed by what we see of what
By trees—or might see as the masonry
Wheezing ravens, when
References
Silent patch of ultimate paint. You are
XXI. Flying in the Arctic
Given by nature will soak into it.
Left and right, and far ahead in the dusk.
Thinking of your abiding spirit brings
As if your absence now concluded long ago.
When I am heard, and what I say is solely
Snow haze gleams like sand.
What I have in my hands, these flowers, these shadows,
Mère and Père Chose are walking away from the
Choces, Mère and Père, undreaming even of fields
Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,
With sun's warmth wasted on a stone,
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
To have been claimed by what we see of what
By trees—or might see as the masonry
Wheezing ravens, when
References
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