Upon from the right by far trees, that white place
Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet painted
That only you and I can know. Les deux
Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have grasped
Still has to be intoned, as in a lonely
Wide, whited fields, a way unframed at last
Its consciousness of my white consciousness,
Like theirs ends? From what distant point of vision
Alberti, Brunelleschi, Sangallo,
then takes a step back, to be safe as she reaches.
Mère and Père Chose are walking away from the
A salamander scuttles across the quiet
Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.
Are muffled into silence that refuses
Merely a mockery of spring
Silent patch of ultimate paint. You are
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
X. The British Attack on the Arctic
shaded by live oaks and bottlebrush trees
Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet painted
That only you and I can know. Les deux
Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have grasped
Still has to be intoned, as in a lonely
Wide, whited fields, a way unframed at last
Its consciousness of my white consciousness,
Like theirs ends? From what distant point of vision
Alberti, Brunelleschi, Sangallo,
then takes a step back, to be safe as she reaches.
Mère and Père Chose are walking away from the
A salamander scuttles across the quiet
Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.
Are muffled into silence that refuses
Merely a mockery of spring
Silent patch of ultimate paint. You are
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
X. The British Attack on the Arctic
shaded by live oaks and bottlebrush trees
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