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A YOUNG WILLOW FOUNTAIN OF ICE
Оглавлениеa young willow fountain of ice
this morning after Matins
against a rose January sky —
a masterpiece of curves in crystal
of haunting mauve beauty
blending the essentially gentle
giving receiving
circle of compassion
with the stark straight brittle
(shortest distance between two points)
battle line of fragile ultimata —
the Yes or No intransigence,
and transience,
of ice
angry impatience at the evil
in every heart except our own
that leaves a residue of empty boots
protruding from the enfolding snow