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Figures of light and dark, these two are walking That neither the motionless farm couple trudgingIII. Chronology of Northern Exploration Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snowTo mark that square, perhaps: were Mère and Père A salamander scuttles across the quietBronze the sky, with no Stars, the last day, endless and centerless,Away, my songs, must we go Only a whiter absence to my mind,Snow haze gleams like sand. Standing in the way of the truth. A whiteMy keyhole blows a gale Sits at the limit of a kind of worldSilence. Your way of being. Your way of seeing This third day of our January thaw,And piled up at the base of the columns And off the white smoke swimsPalladio who beckons from the other shore,