Away, my songs, must we go
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
The flakes which have stolen onto the flagstones
Sits at the limit of a kind of world
Thinking of your abiding spirit brings
Astonished that you have returned to go
to restaurants for Early Bird Specials.
Pierced by the mist that fades away,
Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
In Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretching
Winds blow sharp, what then?
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
VIII. Russia: The Great Northern Expedition
and turn it into something cartoon-funny.
they sit with their wives all day in the sun,
Upon from the right by far trees, that white place
At San Biagio, in the most intense room
Among us, only Alberti, then Sangallo,
End of the comedy.
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
The flakes which have stolen onto the flagstones
Sits at the limit of a kind of world
Thinking of your abiding spirit brings
Astonished that you have returned to go
to restaurants for Early Bird Specials.
Pierced by the mist that fades away,
Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
In Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretching
Winds blow sharp, what then?
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
VIII. Russia: The Great Northern Expedition
and turn it into something cartoon-funny.
they sit with their wives all day in the sun,
Upon from the right by far trees, that white place
At San Biagio, in the most intense room
Among us, only Alberti, then Sangallo,
End of the comedy.
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