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shortcake, waffles, berries and cream
That open before me? What I see
What can we know of whatever picture-plane
The winter road from the St. Simeon farm
and preening, dancing on the basepaths,
Of Boyg of Normandy . . .
Of meaning like these—the world created by
In search of brighter green to come. No way!
She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper
In the woods, close by,
Yes. The obvious
the foul pole relaxes. She's raged all afternoon
Standing in the way of the truth. A white
And Mère Chose's square of world, even as they
Onto my frozen fingers.
Archangel Winter, darkness on his back
trainer flips young alligators over on their backs,
In a single floral stroke,
Preface to the 1948 Edition