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(TO F.K.)

The shadow on the grass,

the shadow thickens with the strength of sun,

but sun will pass

into the monotone of mist and rain;

the heavy leaf

hangs in the still wind, in the weight of sun;

beyond belief

the days of rain, of blurred and mingled air.

But wait – remember!

There in the shadow of the leaf on grass –

be still – remember.

The shadow is the symbol of the dark,

the undefined;

I will be lost and merged and cold again,

I will be blind

lacking your light, your positive demand

casting the shadows sharp on all my land.