Friday, January 26, 2007

dotting the landscape

Such pleasant office have we long pursued

Incumbent o’er the surface of past time

--W. Wordsworth, The Prelude, Book IV

because for each piece of snow

that fell against

on a day

when I was 11

a moment now like old crystal

the light hits

through the afternoon window

they were married in 1905

mittens on string threaded

through the arms of a



impervious to everything


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