1. MARBLED MORNING

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2. DRIFTS

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow
Feeding a little life with dried tubers.

...and go south in the winter.

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish?
Son of man
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief
And the dry stone no sound of water.
Only
There is shadow under this red rock
Come in under the shadow of this red rock
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

....I could not speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

....Under the brown fog of a winter dawn


3. QUIET SUBLIMATION IN VERNAL WARMTH

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4. ...OF THOSE GRANDIOSE MOMENTS WHEN WINTER TELLS STORIES TO LAKES

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5. THROUGH THE VALLEYS OF DELICATE ENDEARMENT SHE WALKS (AWAITING THE WOLVENHOWLS)

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6. STARGAZER'S MEMORIES CULMINATION

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