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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=463894" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wintergarden lll</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=463894" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Toys of the wind, <br>which, by the way, has shifted from the east<br>and ushers from the west<br>now-a very little thing-the least<br>that you should worry on or mind.<br>It sends the birds way southward-ways, <br>tumbling, helpless, wishing they were there<br>already. There? Where? We can only guess-<br>the Floridas that they alone know best.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=463894" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Somewheres, a distant horn is blowing<br>Not one, I mean, from a parked car<br>but the sparkling, gleaming, brassy, braying kind, <br>valved and belled<br>bellowing a line<br>informed by rhythms, melody; <br>I wish I knew from where-<br>alas, the ear<br>is not so wondrous as the eye</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=463894" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">for fixing where things<br>issue from; <br>somewhere a horn is blowing-<br>the cornucopia of un-knowing, <br>call it, summoning, enjoining, <br>'Drop what you're doing, ' it would sing, <br>'pay attention to the change I bring.'<br>Summer does, and to the Year<br>'bye' bids, bye, farewell, I must be going.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Morgan+Michaels">Morgan Michaels</a></strong></div>