

13 Ways of Looking at WinterI The morning13 Ways of Looking at Winter
is white. The evening
is black.
II There is a pine in the garden. It is the same pine I saw When I saw you.
III What a killer the cold is! We are lucky to live in the heat of the city, Where the pine tree halts And the frost evaporates.
IV It was like salt that fell upon the earth.
V You had a look of the cold about you because The day was only dawning, and The day was only dawning because You shivered in your sleep.
VI Is that The arm Of the pine &nb


EveningThe curtains hang half-drawn. In the corner the cat licks itself languidly, Listening, with a lascivious tilt to its eyes, To the evening flirt of the magpies.Evening
about your poetry
(sublime, extraordinary, inspiring)
but for now I'll leave it at
--
born to be mild.
--
i'm a morris dancer.
and i'm only two weeks late!
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