October is marigold, and yet A glass half full of wine left out <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> To the dark heaven all night, by dawn Has dreamed a premonition Of ice across its eye as if The ice-age had begun its heave. The lawn overtrodden and strewn From the night before, and the whistling green Shrubbery are doomed. Ice Has got its spearhead into place. First a skin, delicately here Restraining a ripple from the air, Soom plate and rivet on pond and brook; Then tons of chain and massive lock To hold rivers. Then, sound by sight Will Mammoth and Sabre-toothed celebrate Reunion while a fist of cold Squeezes the fire at the core of the world, Squeezes the fire at the core of the heart, And now it is about to start. |
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