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Everywhere, utterly.
The face of a Quos ego),
Would their world not remain comfortably
Of too much truth to do much more than lie
with visors. Their brave recreational vehicles
Toward the still dab of white that oscillates
In the woods, close by,
Come, swallows, it's good-bye.
Of Boyg of Normandy . . .
In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,
Swaying in unison beneath the snow,
Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeing
And still my mind goes groping in the mud to bring
snowdrops and crocuses might be fooled
In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,
In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,
I seek, above all, in the wandering
Dismal, endless plain—
Snow haze gleams like sand.