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Tatyana Sergeevna Building the Fire from "Snowbound"   As night drew on, and, from the crest  Of wooded knolls that ...

Verigo Anatoly Konstantinovich   Come Christmas You see this Christmas tree all silver gold? It stood out many winters in the co...

      Evening snowfall, with the faint dry crunch Of straw that stable horses twist and munch. Kyukoko fr. A Net of Fireflies transl...

George Clausen November The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, tis with a face Beamless and pa...

  Coventry, after the Blitz   The Soul's Desert August 30, 1939   They are warming up the old horrors; and all that they say is echoes o...

                                                                               Wilhelm Amberg You, Andrew Marvell And here face down beneat...

  Unknown The Sun Underfoot Among the Sundews   An ingenuity too astonishing to be quite fortuitous is this bog full of sundews, sphagnum- l...