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His sightless eyes horribly watch the air;
Absurdly, my eyes can only see the arc
and preening, dancing on the basepaths,
there's a pulpy orange-y smell from juice factories....
Of Boyg of Normandy . . .
Père and Mère Chose could be in conversation
Before those virile women!
Looms in the air, deliberate and slow,
And all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten,
Given by nature will soak into it.
In Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretching
Pierced by the mist that fades away,
They move against, or through, or by, or toward.
Preface to the 1970 Edition
But snow has gathered there, has piled up,
And he is swathed in ever-petrified dread;
Against which we have been projected? What . . .
The surge of swirling wind defines
Still has to be intoned, as in a lonely