Colette 


That open before me? What I see
This perfection, this absence.
Gray the cloud-like oaks
And off the white smoke swims
Hoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,
Summer bees were saying
Out of the road into a way across
Looms in the air, deliberate and slow,
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow
they sit with their wives all day in the sun,
Come, swallows, it's good-bye.
Through the back of the picture at the patch of white
That only you and I can know. Les deux
And up there I cannot tell if it is still
A kind of snow, which hesitates
What is there in the depths of these walls
III. Earliest Recorded Northern Explorers: The Greeks and the Vikings
To pick up even the quickening of wind
So, startled, quivering,

