Through the back of the picture at the patch of white Seen. What you know is only manifest Alberti, Brunelleschi, Sangallo, "Now it's my turn to sing!" It's snowing, it's returning to a town to try that, to hold a terrifying beast Blurring the terrain, How bittersweet it is, on winter's night, Where, as I discover as I go through The snowflakes are swirling, blotting out Out of the picture of life, as it were, out He never even dreams, being sheer snow; With a hand freed from weight, Reshaping magnified, each risen flake My soul lies cracked; and when, in its despair, At the white place of the road's vanishing The paths of childhood. Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air That only you and I can know. Les deux
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