3.21.2013

The Sage Considers The Time of Saturn

it is addressed thusly:
A vision.
it reads:
I see the cold spring evening
And the bright-trimmed clouds
Moving, are still a moment
And maybe the hard ground
And maybe the setting frost
Will relent with coming morning
Will soften with the southern sky
And buds will waken, and open
In a spiral as a hand unclasps
And release us, who stand pacing
From a winter long over
From a season long past.

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