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  • James Schuyler

    That one maple by the house now is almost bare. The pond turns greenish-black. Downstairs someone (you) shuts a door. Evenings in Vermont, the fire dies in the sky, the pond goes altogether black, and indoors all is coziness. I study the pattern in a red rug, arabesques and squares, and one red... more

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  • Rated by Shitao on Oct 31, 5:06am

    That one maple by the house now is almost bare. The pond turns greenish-black. Downstairs someone (you) shuts a door. Evenings in Vermont, the fire dies in the sky, the pond goes altogether black, and indoors all is coziness. I study the pattern in a red rug, arabesques and squares, and one red streak lies in the west, over the ridge. --James Schuyler