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Friday, February 28, 2020

And now is winter


by Steve King
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And now is winter well begun,
every old hard dream.
Forgotten, that fair suite
that flew the distant airs of spring.

Morns, I chant the same old lies:
how each new increment of evening sun
promises of kindlier things to come;
how darkness is that salutary thing
where one might pause
and get forgetting done.


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