For Philippe Saby-Viricel
This landscape which I study longest is
what most defies eyesight, where what seemed true
dissolves into a lucid line of blue,
and by perpetual metamorphosis
where a wood was or where a few birds flew
it draws my eyes out of the still distance
through season’s movement or shadow’s advance,
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