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09-01-2005
in english
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THE HOAR-FROST crumbles in the sun, The crisping steam of a train Melts in the air, while two black birds Sweep past the window again. Along the vacant road, a red 5 Bicycle approaches; I wait In a thaw of anxiety, for the boy To leap down at our gate. He has passed us by; but is it Relief that starts in my breast? 10 Or a deeper bruise of knowing that still She has no rest.
