LXXXII
There's a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.
LXXXV
A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here
By the way, I have developed a poetry-math blog, “Intersections – Poetry with Mathematics,” that is available here. I invite your comments and suggestions. Thanks! JoAnne
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