For soon the leaves,Having gone black, would fall, and the annulling snowWould pillow the walk, and we, with shovels in hand, would meet,Bow, and scrape the sidewalk clean. What else would there beThis late in the day for us but desire to make amendsAnd start again, the sun’s compassion as it disappears.
-Mark Strand
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