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A middle-northern March, now as always -- / gusts from the south broken against cold winds -- / but from under, as if a slow hand lifted a tide, / it moves -- not into April -- into a second March, / the old skin of wind-clear scales dropping / upon the mould: this is the shadow projects the tree / upward causing the sun to shine in his sphere.
So we will put on our pink felt hat -- new last year!