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Ekphrastic Poem #17

The forest and the lake
want so much to understand
how the other changes
with the seasons. But where
their changes differ--
water into ice, breathing limb
to sleeping bough--
there is only this slight
shimmer, a reflection,
with which one might whisper
to the other: "O love, I cannot
go where you are going,
but I too can bear awhile
the awful splendour
of this, your funerary crown."

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