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Driven to the northern frontier
by the lash of a bitter season,
I stand on blades of ice
at the plateau edge: even sky is spent here.
Nowhere to flex my knees,
nowhere to plant my feet.
Perforce I close my eyes and think:
winter is a steel rainbow.