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Yes. The obvious
And the wide arrowhead the road itself
The paths of childhood.
Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.
Is the moon to grow
Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have grasped
It's snowing, it's returning to a town
More beautiful than anything in this world.
To have been claimed by what we see of what
Dismal, endless plain—
Side of the painting, the world of that wise, white,
Side of the painting, the world of that wise, white,
I seek, above all, in the wandering
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
So you can watch me watch uplifted snow
Out of the road into a way across
Covering the land—
XIV. Franz Josef Land: The Amazing Drift of the Tegetthoff
Père and Mère Chose could be in conversation