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Under
the scowling sky
The
frozen sand plain stretches.
Curled
and crisp, two leaves
Scud
away.
Falling
slowing, whirling swiftly--
The
horizon, lost in the snow.
On
a gaunt skeleton
A
crow with wings drooping
Peers.
Among
the brittled grasses,
Frosting
in the moon glare,
Tombstones
are
Whiter
tonight.
The
glamourous night is fading
Over
the rolling hills, hoary bare.
On
the paled sky, the moon
Has
forgotten to vanish.
From
the clear depth, inlaid with stars,
An
echo of the glittering snow.
A
fleeting song and bell, over the icy horizon,
Have
left a vibrant void.
The
death-like expanse of snow,
The
low leaden sky--
From
the drift, now and then,
Thin
fangs dart.
The
rocking horse,
A
half built block house--
Stillness
echoes
Lost
laughter.
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Milky
night;
Through
slender trees in drowse
A
petal--
Falling.
The
air is still
And
grasses are wet;
Thread-like
rain
Screens
the dunes.
On
the pond rain-drops are bubbling;
From
the hem of heaven
Dyed
in black
The
frog echoes.
The
sloping sand plain
Fades
into pale night air;
A
black tree skeleton
Casts
no shadow.
Above
the settling mist,
Above
the phantom isles upon the settling mist,
In
the opalized moonlight,
The
whinny of a horse careens by.
Down
the lope, white with flowers,
Toward
the hills, hazy blue,
A
butterfly
Floats
away.
While
you pant deliriously, I awake
To
the bold moon,
The
somber hills,
And
myself.
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