But when, on the timepieces that we call
In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,
Amid the gloom, there, on the pole, stands black
Are gliding toward me on the ice into
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
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Some stubborn sprouts up through the stubble hay,
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
And up there I cannot tell if it is still
What can we know of whatever picture-plane
Beneath the snowflakes I notice façades
With its lament, it often sounds, instead,
Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.
With my foot the supple ball, for perhaps
grow hot in the parking lot, though they're
By the design of our own silent eyes
And up there I cannot tell if it is still
and chaste, lovely as lakes to the retired men