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A matter of getting all that right . . .I. Arctic SceneryChoces, Mère and Père, undreaming even of fieldsAs if your human shape were what the stormSnaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.snowdrops and crocuses might be fooledThis third day of our January thaw,How bittersweet it is, on winter's night,With a hand freed from weight,Point, after all, when finally one reachesAnd I would likeI draw near to one of them, the lowest,demonstrating their talent for comedy—strokeOf the matter of snow here. Both of us have graspedThe face of a Quos ego),Green lilac buds appear that won't surviveWhat can we know of whatever picture-planeWind, sleet. The branches sway,Seized from creation by nonentity,