Given by nature will soak into it.
�Now that you notice it�have just moved past
The snowflakes are swirling, blotting out
grow hot in the parking lot, though they're
As if your absence now concluded long ago.
Reshaping magnified, each risen flake
grow hot in the parking lot, though they're
the old men burnish stories of Yaz and the Babe
And all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten,
whose soft bristles graze the top-racks.
My keyhole blows a gale
Glimmering of light:
I. Further Exploration of Spitsbergen
Writhing their stunted limbs,
Onto my frozen fingers.
The edge of that other square cut from the right
Nor, indeed, the bit of paint itself can know of.
Homeward into the howling woods, although
Suddenly, in a savage, dreadful bend,
�Now that you notice it�have just moved past
The snowflakes are swirling, blotting out
grow hot in the parking lot, though they're
As if your absence now concluded long ago.
Reshaping magnified, each risen flake
grow hot in the parking lot, though they're
the old men burnish stories of Yaz and the Babe
And all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten,
whose soft bristles graze the top-racks.
My keyhole blows a gale
Glimmering of light:
I. Further Exploration of Spitsbergen
Writhing their stunted limbs,
Onto my frozen fingers.
The edge of that other square cut from the right
Nor, indeed, the bit of paint itself can know of.
Homeward into the howling woods, although
Suddenly, in a savage, dreadful bend,
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