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Listen, The wind is still, And far away in the night -- See! The uplands fill With a running light.
Open the doors. It is warm; And where the sky was clear-- Look! The head of a storm That marches here!
Come under the trembling hedge-- Fast, although you fumble... There! Did you hear the edge of winter crumble
Mark Van Doren
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Friday, January 03, 2003 |
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Read poems about / on: running, winter, wind, sky, light, night, spring
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