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To mark that square, perhaps: were Mère and PèreAnd beyond, the same sound of beesThe flakes which have stolen onto the flagstoneswatching calisthenics from the grandstands.Pallid waste where no radiant fathomers,Onto my frozen fingers.Of tree-dividing sky finally comes down toAnd then I go on until I am beneath an archway,For any part of them we can make outEscapees from the cold work of living,Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snowOf Boyg of Normandy . . .Preface to the 1970 EditionWhere lamps are lit: these, too,Partly stone, partly the absence of stone,Scrawny wolves, and you,Only a whiter absence to my mind,will come, blighting our harbingers of spring,Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,