Landscapes On Hold Ii


Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last

The woods around it have it--it is theirs
All animals are smothered in their lairs
I am too absent-spirited to count:
The loneliness includes me unawares

And lonely as it is that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars--on stars where no human race is
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places







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