Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
[br]In the bleak midwinter, long ago.
—Christina Rossetti
I.
Bright as folded paper hats
Upturned sailboats made on
Lazy summer days, the rooftops
Seem ready, but for the weight
Of snow, to wing themselves
Away. Tortured into sharp
Planes, white kites, rooftops cut
The silent smoke-dense sky into
A co...
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