25 APRIL 1958, Page 24

Frozen

On a frosty morning I went out And a handkerchief faced me on a bush. I reached to put it in my pocket But it slid from me for it was frozen. No living cloth jumped from my grasp But a thing that died last night on a bush And I went searching in my mind Till I found the occasion's equivalent— The day I kissed a woman of my kindred And she in the coffin, frozen, stretched.

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