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Date Posted: 03:02:52 02/28/03 Fri
Author: Mary Kinzie
Subject: After Frost at Midnight
Moonrise, and no one wakened to notice how
Savage or hard the trances can sound from here
Where light picks out the deeper patches
Darkened by wind as if wind were knowledge.
Scraps rustle, stuck to a frozen canal where in
Summer, or later, there would be fragrances
Moved upward, felt by us as living,
Mingled with flecks of the chimney vapor.
Easy to think the cosmos grows poisonous
Or worse, while we improve: individuals
Marked out, despite our forlorn virtue
Eagerly wishing for nothing over.
[how] this is what i meant by formal. not a fantastic example, but whatever... you know what i mean.
posted by da
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