The Ecphorizer
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"...we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table..."
--Recuerdo, Edna St. Vincent Millay Soon, when December is,
The wind turned all around, speaking its glacial wails,
The snows shook out like sugar-coating auspices, Or snowless steel blue northers driving home their nails And boarding up with ice and misty bodices The swording gusts that blaze
The unleafed skylines and the sighing treetip buoys,
We will, among these signs along our several ways, Remember, you and me, beauties among the beauties, Remembrances, our telling strata phase and phase An archaeology,
Where we are yet discovered clue by cryptic clue,
Not lost at all, not severed, how though seasons flee To their oblivions. December is for you, Always. Always, December is your gift from me. ![]() |
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