white patch of snow against
triangular granite peak
sound of water falling on rocks in
right foreground
light through half-closed shutter,
order from which
that figure, descriptions of
seeing it, takes place
what one says about thought being
“measure” measure
of poems and days of writing them
one after another
grey whiteness of sky above
triangular granite peak
waning white moon by shadowed
branch across from it
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