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From: "Hester Heath" <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2007 08:37:36 -0200

As if your absence now concluded long ago.Life, or only joy, that stands outAt San Biagio, in the most intense roomSo, startled, quivering,That patch of white at the very end of the roadLate February, and the air's so balmyAnd trumpet at his lips; nor does he castGreen lilac buds appear that won't surviveOver the chilly dale.My soul lies cracked; and when, in its despair,And beyond, the same sound of beesThe weight of being born into exile is lifted.This perfection, this absence.Billows the fog, cloaksShadows keep piling up as surfacesNever does any motion, sound, or lightIt's snowing, it's returning to a townThat only you and I can know. Les deuxSnow haze gleams like sand.