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[25] SnOW GLOBe La tour eiffel. An April-snow like pollen covers a patch of stolid tulips. From the first platform, he leans over slick railings, leans as if in Keats’s scheme to drop and drop a red corsage to a woman below. i see it now: this is the one of 300 steel workers, who tumbled to his death clowning around. her promise is to keep him from his fall by gazing back — his sentinel, his figurine against the filmy wash of elements against the fading colors in a dome. i shake it — not for snow — but to marvel at their hold. We have lived to see what never yet we feared. —Virgil, Eclogue IX ...

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