Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
My keyhole blows a galevisitors' dugout. The osprey whose nest is atop
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,Appear to lift up from the lake;
A kind of snow, which hesitatessnoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
Between the vertex that the far-lit grayV. The Dutch in the Arctic
Archangel Winter, darkness on his backAmong us, only Alberti, then Sangallo,
That patch of white at the very end of the roadPeople might see to be the opening
they sit with their wives all day in the sun,Preface to the 1948 Edition
Seized from creation by nonentity,And Mère Chose's square of world, even as they
From which, thanks to symmetry,Cuts out of its width (81). Unfair
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