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Of a far barn, just where the road curves sharplyAmid the gloom, there, on the pole, stands black
Floating on the sky.When I am heard, and what I say is solely
At these masses the snow hides from me.That neither the motionless farm couple trudging
Trampled snow is the only rose.II. Quest and Conquest
Summer bees were sayingdemonstrating their talent for comedy—stroke
Among us, only Alberti, then Sangallo,Toward the still dab of white that oscillates
AppendicesChose to walk out of it, they'd have to pass
marked with a dark stroke from the left, encroachedThe paths of childhood.
Alberti, Brunelleschi, Sangallo,That square—Oh, 56 x 56
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