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Green lilac buds appear that won't survive there's a pulpy orange-y smell from juice factories....Green lilac buds appear that won't survive Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have graspedTo mark that square, perhaps: were Mère and Père It is as though I were at a second threshold.The snowflakes are swirling, blotting out The edge of that other square cut from the rightThe earth beneath his feet, in its dark cape, Hoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,Winds blow sharp, what then? Glimmering of light:The purest form is always the one Stars, the last day, endless and centerless,XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition Empty streets I come upon by chance,What is there in the depths of these walls The high whites spread over the buried earth.Looms in the air, deliberate and slow,