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Black trees against an orange sky, / Trees that the wind shook terribly, / Like a harsh spume along the road, / Quavering up like withered arms, / Writhing like streams, like twisted charms / Of hot lead flung in snow. Below / The iron ice stung like a goad, / Slashing the torn shoes from my feet, / And all the air was bitter sleet.
And all the land was cramped with snow, / Steel-strong and fierce and glimmering wan, / Like pale plains of obsidian.