The Peak of Disgrace

Who in your serviceCan but colors makeWhich from their effectsAnd not their substance takeThe form of time. Service such as these AlpineMountains may billowAnd shake out towns,Vineyards and potatoes,Apples and meat— Desgracia — one such peas— Pezzo if you will —Is not disgrace at all,But that is glacierTo its crags clings. It is darkened just […]

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