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C. G. Macdonald
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Plein Air
in Real Audio format.
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The riddle asks, as if one knew,
What color to paint the sun and wind:
The sun rose and the wind blew.
The answer a primary view—
How many shadings in a pun
The riddle asks. As if one knew.
One on schedule, one impromptu,
One that makes, one that rends:
The sun arose, the wind so blue.
Or does departure have a hue?
Does recurrence have an end?
The riddle asks us. If one knew
You’d gaze until they rose in you
Though both can burn, and even blind:
The sun’s rays and the wind’s brew.
Weatherbeaten, brush askew,
Daub a sky with trembling hands
The riddle asks, as if anew
The sun rose, and the wind blew.
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