Icewalking

Icewalking

 

    • In the ides of March,
      • I went along into that wintry wandering lost,
          • But found a sort of new way—
            • Something I cannot so much tell you;
              • It’s not something in the telling
                • As it is always in the feeling.
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                    • Nothing that I could stop,
                      • Nothing that I wanted to stop,
                        • Nothing that seemed stoppable.
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                          • The movement, the want to move,
                            • The putting down of the foot—
                              • That feeling, I could not escape it.
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                                • It was there with me:
                                  • It guided me, and from it,
                                    • I took to the naked floor,
                                      • From naked soles slipping.
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                                        • I am just lulling, lulling in this word—
                                          • And I’ve never had this word before:
                                            • It thundering by leopard paws,
                                              • These fired persephones.