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 Celebration by Denise Levertov 
						Brilliant, this day – a young virtuoso of a day.Morning shadow cut by sharpest scissors,
 deft hands. And every prodigy of green –
 whether it's ferns or lichens or needles
 or impatient points of buds on spindly bushes –
 greener than ever before. And the way the conifers
 hold new cones to the light for the blessing,
 a festive right, and sing the oceanic chant the wind
 transcribes for them!
 A day that shines in the cold
 like a first-prize brass band swinging along
 the street
 of a coal-dusty village, wholly at odds
 with the claims of reasonable gloom.
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