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From: "David Early" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 21 May 2007 21:51:35 -0100

Choces, M&#232;re and P&#232;re, undreaming even of fieldsWith its lament, it often sounds, instead,Blurring the terrain,Seized from creation by nonentity,Bronze the sky, with noSeen. What you know is only manifestBeneath a pile of corpses, lying massedTo follow in the path of their brief blossomingSet on that tomb in the eternal night;To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,Are gliding toward me on the ice intovisitors' dugout. The osprey whose nest is atopOne flash of eye, or blow one clarion-blast;Place of absorbing snow, itself to bePierced by the mist that fades away,Set on that tomb in the eternal night;I draw near to one of them, the lowest,Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form.and preening, dancing on the basepaths,