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Improvisations Light And Snow 07

The day opens with the brown light of

And past the window snowflakes fall and fall.

I sit in my chair all day and work and

Measuring words against each other.

I open the piano and play a

But find it does not say what I feel,

I grow tired of measuring words against each other,

I grow tired of these four walls,

And I think of you, who write me that you have just had a

And named her after your first sweetheart,

And you, who break your heart, far away,

In the confusion and savagery of a long war,

And you who, worn by the bitterness of winter,

Will soon go south.

The snowflakes fall almost straight in the brown

Past my window,

And a sparrow finds refuge on my window-ledge.

This alone comes to me out of the world

As I measure word with word.

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Conrad Potter Aiken

Conrad Potter Aiken (August 5, 1889 – August 17, 1973) was an American writer and poet, honored with a Pulitzer Prize, a National Book Award, an…

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