571 598 From across the lake, The blindman stumbles, Past the black winter trees, Pauses, then walks slower Faint sounds of a flute. Into the autumn night. 579 602 Amid the daisies A slow creeping snail; Even the idiot boy Moments later I could not Has a dignity. See it anywhere. 580 611 My cold and damp feet As the popcorn man Feel as distant as the moon Is closing up his wagon, On this autumn night. snow begins to fall. 582 613 A limping sparrow While plucking the goose, Leaves on a white window sill A feather flew wildly off Lacy tracks of blood. To look for snowflakes. 587 616 In a damp attic, The snowball I threw Spilling out grains of sawdust, Was caught in a net of flakes A wounded rag doll. And wafted away. 588 618 For six dark dank years, High above the ship A doll with a Christmas smile On which immigrants sail, In an old shoe box. Are departing geese. 591 625 A sick cat out The caw of a crow: A stiff and frozen willow On a distant summer field Under which to die. Goes a silent train. 592 635 Sitting in spring rain, An empty seashore: Two forgotten rag dolls, Taking a long summer with it, Their feet in water. A departing train.
571 From across the lake, Past the black winter trees, Faint sounds of a flute. 579 Amid the daisies Even the idiot boy Has a dignity. 580 My cold and damp feet Feel as distant as the moon On this autumn night. 582 A limping sparrow Leaves on a white window sill Lacy tracks of blood. 587 In a damp attic, Spilling out grains of sawdust, A wounded rag doll. 588 For six dark dank years, A doll with a Christmas smile In an old shoe box. 591 A sick cat out A stiff and frozen willow Under which to die. 592 Sitting in spring rain, Two forgotten rag dolls, Their feet in water. 598 The blindman stumbles, Pauses, then walks slower Into the autumn night. 602 A slow creeping snail; Moments later I could not See it anywhere. 611 As the popcorn man Is closing up his wagon, snow begins to fall. 613 While plucking the goose, A feather flew wildly off To look for snowflakes. 616 The snowball I threw Was caught in a net of flakes And wafted away. 618 High above the ship On which immigrants sail, Are departing geese. 625 The caw of a crow: On a distant summer field Goes a silent train. 635 An empty seashore: Taking a long summer with it, A departing train.
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