Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
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The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
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Complacencies of the peignoir, and late
Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair,
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I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.
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One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
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I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
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The poem of the mind in the act of finding
What will suffice. It has not always had
To find: the scene was set; it repeated what
Was in the script.
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At night, by the fire,
The colors of the bushes
And of the fallen leaves,
Repeating themselves,
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Although you sit in a room that is gray,
Except for the silver
Of the straw-paper,
And pick
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At the earliest ending of winter,
In March, a scrawny cry from outside
Seemed like a sound in his mind.
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