Here, the art of lay-low;
There
the newly flames
beguile the boy, like thunder
For this little in-out shudder
slip
shadow
Winter on the crisscross calls
Here, the child in Winter;
there, his shadow falls
— C.M.
Here, the art of lay-low;
There
the newly flames
beguile the boy, like thunder
For this little in-out shudder
slip
shadow
Winter on the crisscross calls
Here, the child in Winter;
there, his shadow falls
— C.M.