Conversation

Fair was the morning, fair our tempers, and We had seen nothing fairer than that land, Though strange, and the untrodden snow that made Wild of the tame, casting out all that was Not wild and rustic and old; and we were glad. —Edward Thomas
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It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs. —Wallace Stevens (from 'Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird')
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