||Today, after I so did leave a message on a leaf away up in a tree for him, I did have going in along the
and out across the field and down the
meeting of the roads
. There was grayness everywhere -- gray clouds in the sky and gray shadows above and in the
. And all the voices that did speak -- they were gray tones. "Petite
, c'est jour gris." And all the little lichens I did see along the way did seem a very part of all the grayness. And
in my apron pocket -- he was a part of the grayness, too. And as I did go
the road, I did meet with a gray horse -- and his grayness was like the grayness of
. Then I did turn about. I did turn my face to the
where is William Shakespeare.
Center for Electronic Studying, University of Oregon.
February 6, 2003.