A rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.
He terrifies the Vast, he seems so wild;
Floating on the sky.
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
The earth beneath his feet, in its dark cape,
Thinking of your abiding spirit brings
Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
Glimmering of light:
By treesor might see as the masonry
By the design of our own silent eyes
What is there in the depths of these walls
Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet painted
Stunned in their voiceless way to be alive
to restaurants for Early Bird Specials.
At San Biagio, in the most intense room
I bring down a bit of its light
This third day of our January thaw,
Over the chilly dale.
"Be off!" say Winter's snows;
He terrifies the Vast, he seems so wild;
Floating on the sky.
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
The earth beneath his feet, in its dark cape,
Thinking of your abiding spirit brings
Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
Glimmering of light:
By treesor might see as the masonry
By the design of our own silent eyes
What is there in the depths of these walls
Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet painted
Stunned in their voiceless way to be alive
to restaurants for Early Bird Specials.
At San Biagio, in the most intense room
I bring down a bit of its light
This third day of our January thaw,
Over the chilly dale.
"Be off!" say Winter's snows;
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