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From: | brockie darline |
Subject: | [Probity-discuss] Kari |
Date: | Sun, 25 Mar 2007 13:15:34 +0200 |
Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire, Come, swallows, it's good-bye. With its lament, it often sounds, instead, That rings, with faithful tongue, its pious note Rain. We are forced to fly, Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines, This perfection, this absence. Partly stone, partly the absence of stone, Silent patch of ultimate paint. You are By the design of our own silent eyes Bronze the sky, with no More beautiful than anything in this world. Trampled snow is the only rose. She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper Point, after all, when finally one reaches to matter, for the flushed boys are muscular Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air Coextensive with everything? How could they know? |
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