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 in his head the harvest already planted. A cold wind ruffles the water among the browned weeds. On all sides the world rolls coldly away : black orchards darkened by the March clouds — leaving room for thought. Down past the brushwood bristling by the rainsluiced wagonroad looms the artist figure of the farmer — composing — antagonist

The Easter stars are shining above lights that are flashing — coronal of the black — Nobody to say it — Nobody to say : pinholes Thither I would carry her among the lights — Burst it asunder