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Shepherding Winds
“Once I lived all alone in an isolated hut near a Greek village,
‘shepherding winds’ as a Byzantine ascetic used to say.”
- Nikos Kazantzakis, Report to Greco
The optimism of spring passed long ago
Those darling buds of May1 need raking up
Fallen away from summer’s apogee
Onto this evening’s still-warm autumn earth
And as with leaves and wind, dreams fly about
Flittering and falling until they land
As litter upon a page, jumbled among
A merry confusion of iambs and lines
Playfully resisting organization -
The promises of spring are autumn’s now
1Shakespeare, Sonnet XVIII
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