The New YearThe wind is brokenleaving open fieldsof ice. The birdhas one foot frozento the earth, yetsings beneath hiswing. The sky is bent.And sure into the coldnight we are turning,followed by the first star and the last.
The wind is brokenleaving open fieldsof ice. The birdhas one foot frozento the earth, yetsings beneath hiswing. The sky is bent.And sure into the coldnight we are turning,followed by the first star and the last.
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