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sleeping, Venus Looking in her glass, the
slow Opening and closing Of earthstars, ladies'
tresses Nodding to the hog-nosed
snake Who slides past the deer's Double indentations, Loosening the grains of
sand On the hoofprint's lip. In
dreams You'll see the avalanche.