The author talks about one of the night.
This night was mysterious so he said
"you will find the pale circles of snow
pushed aside, earth opening
its single, steadfast gaze:
towards stars ticking by, one by one, overhead,
the given world flaming precisely out of its frame."
From the description of "snow", it is a winter night.
I think winter night is mysterious. Cold and still and
under this circumstance, we can say that
"it is best
to focus your eyes
a little off to one side;
it is better to know things
drained of their color, to fathom
the black horses cropping
at winter grass,
their white jaws that move
in steady rotation, a sweet sound."
Winter night is very sweet because you can feel
everything around you.
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