Elias

Whiteness, those pediments that rise
Before those virile women!
In white, in paint too representative
will come, blighting our harbingers of spring,
The ordinary, wide scene which begins
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow
So you can watch me watch uplifted snow
I know,
At the white place of the road's vanishing
The ordinary, wide scene which begins
The form sought for centuries by
Beneath the snowflakes I notice façades
Thinking of your abiding spirit brings
Its consciousness of my white consciousness,
Amid the gloom, there, on the pole, stands black
Appendices
Bronze the sky, with no
By what it seems to have moved toward. In any
Over the chilly dale.