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My eye was traitor to my affection,
And with sly inversion turned my object's spy.
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My subdivisions, winter-tree'd ravens,
Were figments. As hers.
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Unmuffle the bell;
And ribboned tree, and open eye.

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A blank screen electric,Bitter, snow-crust fieldNight-set, wind-flat frameOf a thing sustainedWithout a cold-eyed trace..Still--below--a stratum shiftIn now light or next dark:A new-boundaried state.

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This article is undone to expose
The line of your neck, and time's;
Slender and grave both
And each.
The strain of an hour's reverse and addition
Is diminished by the fine-haired arc;
Yet, pause: an emblem may suffice.

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In the aftermath of day, by the sun's staircaseLettering down ink-blot cloud,The symbols fade fine-veinedAnd in darkness seeping the star steps fromThe runner's edge, done:Event and eye, one.

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It is no thing to understandNor thought nor mannerNor device unmatteredFor discretion's sake.No: tis that ever-unfixed mark,Motion's measure in slant sense stood.


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In primitive without thought
Of stars underfoot, the silica grains,
The unsyllabled all between our toes--
And in the sun-bent grass the arc of time--
Our eyes on the blue-ruled edge.

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The leaves are a thing to lose,
The lawn of yellow points.
Un-image a measure of days,
A season distempered both
In time's gray subsequence
And a separation all-ordained, unseen.

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In the autumn street of leaves'Dressed, posted, returned--Nature's speculation's done.Hued brevity now, underfoot slid, wind movedAs we, unvolitioned in love's season.

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Dawn's light solitude
In comfort chill and robed thought
And spotted pane accompany,
Turns isolation's stiff yeared
Unbellied cat in hall darkness,
And blind lashed, streaked and dusty sill.

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In approximation,
The moment rounded with a scud
Of low concern and cloud--
The misfiled, the blotted
Sun running in monochrome seams,
A striated score to this arc of day.
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A plainsong of air, of nothing
In silence, and surprise.