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the
world is snow
ekphrastic
for Józef Chelmónski’s 1868 ‘Four Horses in fron of a Cottage’
the village is winter
red skirt and scarf
the kind of joke you shouldn’t tell
better the shoes with the holes than none
horses tread the day to slush
bare trees and a smoke grey sky to bury
leaning into the breath you can see
dark of a doorway
and distance is dark
bells ring far for a doom
snow is clean
where no one goes
there is a further desolation
night is to fall on these faces
dogs leap for their joy
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