Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
Left and right, and far ahead in the dusk.
Dim, and die tonight?
How can they get the point of how a world
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
Père and Mère Chose could be in conversation
Are gliding toward me on the ice into
Hoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,
demonstrating their talent for comedy—stroke
Figures of light and dark, these two are walking
Calling me to you with wild gesturings
To reach out into its own vanishing
The edge of that other square cut from the right
Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.
Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeing
Among us, only Alberti, then Sangallo,
And Mère Chose's square of world, even as they
Snaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.
Stars, the last day, endless and centerless,
Left and right, and far ahead in the dusk.
Dim, and die tonight?
How can they get the point of how a world
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
Père and Mère Chose could be in conversation
Are gliding toward me on the ice into
Hoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,
demonstrating their talent for comedy—stroke
Figures of light and dark, these two are walking
Calling me to you with wild gesturings
To reach out into its own vanishing
The edge of that other square cut from the right
Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.
Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeing
Among us, only Alberti, then Sangallo,
And Mère Chose's square of world, even as they
Snaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.
Stars, the last day, endless and centerless,
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