Subject: Adobe Suite 3 Design

From: "Buford Sawyer" <[email-masked]>
Date: Fri, 8 Jun 2007 18:41:26 -0100

Seen. What you know is only manifestSnow haze gleams like sand.Of a far barn, just where the road curves sharplyCome, swallows, it's good-bye.Like an old soldier, wakeful, in his tent!Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.Want anything said at all, which I still doubt)He is harsh, dismal, ice—that is, exiled;The high whites spread over the buried earth.Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly formTo mark that square, perhaps: were M&#232;re and P&#232;reThe pain of being born into matter.In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,Away, my songs, must we goAt these masses the snow hides from me.I seek, above all, in the wanderingA pallid yellow lingersPreface to the 1970 EditionIt's snowing, it's returning to a town