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Of the Surface of Things
I
In my room, the world is beyond my understanding;
But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four hills
and a cloud.
II
From my balcony, I survey the yellow air,
Reading where I have written,
“The spring is like a belle undressing.”
III
The gold tree is blue.
The singer has pulled his cloak over his head.
The moon is in the folds of the cloak.
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