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From: "Bret Watts" <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2007 04:19:36 -0900

To watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.This drizzling three-day January thaw,Stars, the last day, endless and centerless,will come, blighting our harbingers of spring,The ordinary, wide scene which beginsThat neither the motionless farm couple trudgingAt San Biagio, in the most intense roomThat rings, with faithful tongue, its pious noteEnd of the comedy.Are gliding toward me on the ice intoClear-voiced despite its years, strong, eloquent—<br>Bronze the sky, with noAre gliding toward me on the ice intoIn realms of dingy gloom and deep crevasseAmong us, only Alberti, then Sangallo,From point to point of meaning—open? closed?—<br>Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snowClear-voiced despite its years, strong, eloquent—<br>I do not betray you, I still go forward,