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Winter

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A dog shrieks in misery from a bridge     To heaven... which stands like old gray stone     Upon far-off houses.    And, like a rope     Made of tar, a dead river lies on the snow.     Three trees, black frozen flames, make threats     At the end of the earth.    They pierce     With sharp knives the rough air,     In which a scrap of bird hangs all alone.     A few street lights wade towards the city,     Extinguished candles for a corpse.    And a smear     Of people shrinks together and is soon     Drowned in the wretched white swamp.

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"A dog shrieks in misery from a bridge..."

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