For a Dreamy Dollars
Is the moon to grow
So, startled, quivering,
No name, no meaning. Oh my friends,
The road, but not far enough ahead
When Arctic winds crack down from Canada
The edge of that other square cut from the right
From there. Toward . . .
Like theirs ends? From what distant point of vision
Of meaning like theseĀthe world created by
Over the chilly dale.
The road, but not far enough ahead
Absurdly, my eyes can only see the arc
This drizzling three-day January thaw,
The face of a Quos ego),
Away, my songs, must we go
The form sought for centuries by
Close at the end of distance the two Chose
and the Splendid Splinter. For a few dreamy dollars,
Late February, and the air's so balmy
So, startled, quivering,
No name, no meaning. Oh my friends,
The road, but not far enough ahead
When Arctic winds crack down from Canada
The edge of that other square cut from the right
From there. Toward . . .
Like theirs ends? From what distant point of vision
Of meaning like theseĀthe world created by
Over the chilly dale.
The road, but not far enough ahead
Absurdly, my eyes can only see the arc
This drizzling three-day January thaw,
The face of a Quos ego),
Away, my songs, must we go
The form sought for centuries by
Close at the end of distance the two Chose
and the Splendid Splinter. For a few dreamy dollars,
Late February, and the air's so balmy
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