Services, Univ. of Toronto Lib. In-text Notes are keyed to line numbers. In supreme bitterness. Setting supreme annunciation to the world. The rusty swords of almond-trees.
Trees suffer, like races, clown the long ages.
From the small wound-stump. In the long dark nights of the evening star, and Sirius, and the Etna snow-wind through the long night. And January's loud-seeming sun. Suddenly to dare to come out naked, in perfection of blossom, beyond the sword-rust. Red your heart is.