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The Icehouse In Summer

Rating: 2.9

A door sunk in a hillside, with a bolt
thick as the boy’s arm, and behind that door
the walls of ice, melting a blue, faint light,
an air of cedar branches, sawdust, fern:
decaying seasons keeping from decay.


A summer guest, the boy had never seen
(a servant told him of it) how the lake
froze three foot thick, how farmers came with teams,

with axe and saw, to cut great blocks of ice,
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Ratnakar Mandlik 14 March 2017

Fantastic narration of a few manifestations of nature and seasons.

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