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(Hail
fallen. Damper.) I retraced my steps
Along uncertain melt and shifting gloss
To somewhere near that spot: an empty barn
(I think I glimpsed a black sleigh through the door,
Cobwebbed and rotting, piled with newspapers);
A house with broken windows--snow inside,
And buckling front porch; the facing page
A homely pond's translation of the scene.
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Part II Notes
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Part III Notes
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Part IV Notes
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Part V Notes
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Part VI Notes
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Part VII Notes
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Part VIII Notes
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Part X Notes
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©,
Acknowledgments
The
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Icicles
pattered Morse, then quieted;
Fractures abounded; crystal refastenings
Veined sturdy puddles under seamless sky
The silvered inside of a vacuum jar.
Following a sentence
through the woods
I found the lake (stop; foot-test: one step out),
Tried its crackling solidity,
Then walked the distance of its false expanse
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Abandoned
border-crossings. Past strange trees
A tangled log was partly visible,
Transliterated into alphabets
Splitting and sapless, partly burnt, part curled
Like old dry vines. Whew. I tromped across
Black sticks with weedy diacriticals,
Vowel-slips of ooze and consonants of ice,
Carefully sounding out each patch of thaw
Against a heavy, insulated sole,
And stopped among birches--seeing just ahead
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Cyrillic
of a slumped barbed-wire fence:
My blunt feet felt another continent.
Bare vines; indecipherable
cold.
Just past those empty forms were, glimmering,
A plaza and planted trees: beyond the shades
Of iron poles and humps of sooty snow,
A crowd of citizens confronting tanks.
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