White Requiem Here is the grey and vast sepulchral room Where winter tends the summer's various dead. Walk lightly here, for reverence of bloom And life and death now intimately wed. The...
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(^ix Cranes at Dusk^ I came to the lake and six cranes were there And twilight was there and a thin mist fell, The cranes were like blooms that subsist on air, Amazingly white and...
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