All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.
“Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration, the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which
futurity casts upon the present, the words which express what they understand not, the trumpets which
sing to battle and feel not what they inspire: the influence which is moved not, but moves. Poets are
the unacknowledged legislators of the World.” --- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams
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