It snowed and snowed ,the whole world over,
Snow swept the world from end to end.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.
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I dreamt of autumn in the window's twilight,
And you, a tipsy jesters' throng amidst. '
And like a falcon, having stooped to slaughter,
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This was its promise, held to faithfully:
The early morning sun came in this way
Until the angle of its saffron beam
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I used to glorify the poor,
Not simply lofty views expressing:
Their lives alone, I felt, were true,
Devoid of pomp and window-dressing.
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February. Take ink and weep,
write February as you’re sobbing,
while black Spring burns deep
through the slush and throbbing.
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When Passion week started and Jesus
Came down to the city, that day
Hosannahs burst out at his entry
And palm leaves were strewn in his way.
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Beneath the willow wound round with ivy
we take cover from the worst
of the storm, with a greatcoat round
our shoulders and my hands around your waist.
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The sun is hotter than the top ledge in a steam bath;
The ravine, crazed, is rampaging below.
Spring -- that corn-fed, husky milkmaid --
Is busy at her chores with never a letup.
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I have allowed my family to scatter,
All those who were my dearest to depart,
And once again an age-long loneliness
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Life returned with a cause-the way
Some strange chance once interrupted it.
Just as on that distant summer day,
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