Cherie

their bellies, they're out cold, instantaneously
XVII. Greenland
Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
Given by nature will soak into it.
With its lament, it often sounds, instead,
P鋨e and M鋨e Chose could be in conversation
Comes up with as a means to its own end.
In the woods, close by,
That square�Oh, 56 x 56
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The road, but not far enough ahead
and chaste, lovely as lakes to the retired men
Pallid waste where no radiant fathomers,
Still has to be intoned, as in a lonely
Preface to the 1970 Edition
Shadows keep piling up as surfaces
Not so much of place as of renewed hope,
By bloody pool�rattling, gasping his last.
Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet painted