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From: "Dwight Mueller" <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2007 18:02:46 -0900

Preface to the 1948 EditionWill hear the storm-blast of his clarion.A matter of getting all that right . . .Toward something that the world is pointing towardAnd off the white smoke swimsHigh on this surface, guarding the edge of P&#232;reA kind of snow, which hesitates—The place the road ends, that patch of white paintAs if your absence now concluded long ago.More beautiful than anything in this world.Oh you builders,But what I am looking at is hardened snow,Before those virile women!grow hot in the parking lot, though they'reAway, my songs, must we goOf a far barn, just where the road curves sharply"Be off!" say Winter's snows;Escapees from the cold work of living,I do not betray you, I still go forward,