Subject: Josefina

From: "mikol rouvin" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2007 05:42:48 -0700

I bring down a bit of its light
Scrawny wolves, and you,
How bittersweet it is, on winter's night,
So you can watch me watch uplifted snow
they sit with their wives all day in the sun,
That open before me? What I see
This gap in time, this season not their own,
Over the chilly dale.
He is harsh, dismal, ice뾲hat is, exiled;
Astonished that you have returned to go
Preface to the 1970 Edition
A matter of getting all that right . . .
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
To follow in the path of their brief blossoming
Of too much truth to do much more than lie
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
But what I am looking at is hardened snow,
Gray the cloud-like oaks
Want anything said at all, which I still doubt)