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Winter in the Boulevard
Winter in the Boulevard, by D.H. Lawrence

THE FROST has settled down upon the trees 
And ruthlessly strangled off the fantasies 
Of leaves that have gone unnoticed, swept like old 
Romantic stories now no more to be told. 
The trees down the boulevard stand naked in thought,         5
Their abundant summery wordage silenced, caught 
In the grim undertow; naked the trees confront 
Implacable winter’s long, cross-questioning brunt. 
Has some hand balanced more leaves in the depths of the twigs? 
Some dim little efforts placed in the threads of the birch?—  10
It is only the sparrows, like dead black leaves on the sprigs, 
Sitting huddled against the cerulean, one flesh with their perch. 
The clear, cold sky coldly bethinks itself. 
Like vivid thought the air spins bright, and all 
Trees, birds, and earth, arrested in the after-thought  15
Awaiting the sentence out from the welkin brought. 

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