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A Winter Light
John Haines

We still go about our lives
in shadow, pouring the white cup full
with a hand half in darkness.

Paring potatoes, our heads
bent over a dream—
glazed windows through which
the long, yellow sundown looks.

By candle or firelight your face still holds
a mystery that once
filled caves with the color
of unforgettable beasts.









































（凌亂。趕。眼。流水行雲。。。）