Suite 3

Astonished that you have returned to go
Père and Mère Chose could be in conversation
(Our fortitude grows dim in
Like theirs ends? From what distant point of vision
Of tree-dividing sky finally comes down to
Lucky the bell still full and deep of throat,
grow hot in the parking lot, though they're
The mortal architect had brought to life,
Swaying in unison beneath the snow,
Over the chilly dale.
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
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And melt the spirit; his mouth will distend
Through the back of the picture at the patch of white
And half-starved foxes shake and paw
Like theirs ends? From what distant point of vision
Between the high and the low, in this night.
So, startled, quivering,