Stunning lines like this carry the reader along, a captive to the poet's imagination- -And like the roaming mountain rains,
I hear the thresh of feet go by.
It is the lonely human surf
Surging through alleys chill with grime,
The muttering churning ceaseless floe
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Stunning lines like this carry the reader along, a captive to the poet's imagination- -And like the roaming mountain rains, I hear the thresh of feet go by. It is the lonely human surf Surging through alleys chill with grime, The muttering churning ceaseless floe