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Dedicated to F. W.
Hard, chilly colors: / straw grey, frost grey / the grey of frozen ground: / and you, O sun, / close above the horizon!
It is I holds you -- / half against the sky / half against a black tree trunk / icily resplendent!
Lie there, blue city, mine at last -- / rimming the banked blue grey / and rise, indescribable smoky yellow / into the overpowering white!