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16 Blizzard I. When snow grew too deep for the horses to feed— I opened scarecrow’s shirt. II. And in the absence of the Lord the apparitions cried—the shades in hell—the backlit gulls on sails; and when the absence of the Lord, extended to the mind— we imagined apparitions—and the apparitions cried. III. I remembered (by what remnant light?) the peasants collecting wool from the brambles—and that only, by this memory were they required, to look up from the work. ...

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