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Collected Poetry

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In California

  Winter 


Over the white lake
the white birds find refuge.
No reeds.  No stony weeds grow
where even the hunter
will not trespass.
More than the snow's beauty
he fears the snow—dumb snow
after the wind has died
and the serene quiet enchants
the fairies.  On this evening
a dry, north wind pulls
the sleeves off the oak trees.
The winter stars look on, grinning.




 
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