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Excerpt from “The Webern Variations”

What to make of a season’s end,
the drift of cold drawn down
the hallways of the night,
the wind pushing aside the leaves?

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The vision of one’s passing passes,
days flow into other days,
the voice that sews and stitches
again picks up its work

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And everything turns and turns
and the unknown turns into the song
that is the known, but what in turn
becomes of the song is not for us to say

– Mark Strand