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| 30 | Lines for Winter | | |
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| 31 | By Mark Strand | | |
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| 33 | for Ros Krauss | | |
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| 36 | Tell yourself | | |
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| 37 | as it gets cold and gray falls from the air | | |
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| 38 | that you will go on | | |
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| 39 | walking, hearing | | |
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| 40 | the same tune no matter where | | |
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| 41 | you find yourself— | | |
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| 42 | inside the dome of dark | | |
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| 43 | or under the cracking white | | |
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| 44 | of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow. | | |
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| 47 | Tonight as it gets cold | | |
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| 48 | tell yourself | | |
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| 49 | what you know which is nothing | | |
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| 50 | but the tune your bones play | | |
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| 51 | as you keep going. And you will be able | | |
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| 52 | for once to lie down under the small fire | | |
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| 53 | of winter stars. | | |
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| 54 | And if it happens that you cannot | | |
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| 55 | go on or turn back | | |
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| 56 | and you find yourself | | |
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| 57 | where you will be at the end, | | |
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| 58 | tell yourself | | |
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| 59 | in that final flowing of cold through your limbs | | |
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| 60 | that you love what you are. | | |
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