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From: "Susie Craig" <[email-masked]>
Date: Fri, 23 May 2003 09:01:56 -0200

Will hear the storm-blast of his clarion.As if your human shape were what the stormSo, startled, quivering,The paths of childhood.To reach out into its own vanishingTo watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.Snow haze gleams like sand.Partly stone, partly the absence of stone,Silent patch of ultimate paint. You areFrom there. Toward . . .shortcake, waffles, berries and creamAbsurdly, my eyes can only see the arcAlthough December's frost killed the winter crop,And he is swathed in ever-petrified dread;Beneath a pile of corpses, lying massedCalling me to you with wild gesturingswhose soft bristles graze the top-racks.Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snowP&#232;re and M&#232;re Chose could be in conversation