The snow whispers around me And my wooden clogs Leave holes behind me in the snow.
But no one will pass this way Seeking my footsteps,
And when the temple bell rings again They will be covered and gone.
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Amy Lowell
Amy Lawrence Lowell (February 9, 1874 – May 12, 1925) was an American poet of the imagist school, which was promoting a return to classical valu…
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