The rain trees are pink again.They litter with a shrug,unorthodox for October, whose vintage is Keatsian,clammy with muscat fug;the rain tree’s blush is sober. In the north a torch is passedfrom maple to oak to beechas geese begin their processional; the rain trees aren’t classedwith myths we preacheither of the Idyll or the Fall. A […]

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