Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Creative Suite 3

Seen. What you know is only manifest
Pallid waste where no radiant fathomers,
Dismal, endless plain—
Glimmering of light:
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
Scrawny wolves, and you,
Between the vertex that the far-lit gray
Where, as I discover as I go through
I seek, above all, in the wandering
And still my mind goes groping in the mud to bring
Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
But when, on the timepieces that we call
watching calisthenics from the grandstands.
Escapees from the cold work of living,
Swaying in unison beneath the snow,
Oh you builders,
Wheezing ravens, when
When Arctic winds crack down from Canada
Gray the cloud-like oaks

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