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Sumana)
"Snow" Repetition + "Arctic" = Meaning: I got a nice little poem-fragment spam under the title "Microsoft Windows Vista ready to download":
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form.
The weight of being born into exile is lifted.
The mortal architect had brought to life,
The earth beneath his feet, in its dark cape,
Are gliding toward me on the ice into
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
For any part of them we can make out
As if your absence now concluded long ago.
The paths of childhood.
Seen. What you know is only manifest
the old men burnish stories of Yaz and the Babe
A kind of snow, which hesitates
Not daring to oppose
That neither the motionless farm couple trudging
To have been claimed by what we see of what
Sits at the limit of a kind of world
XXI. Flying in the Arctic
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.