Listen! Listen! Do you know what you hear?…
C’est moi!
C’est Yukiko!, actual human being,
real and sentient,
who throws these handfuls of snow
on your resonant face
Illumined by the winter sun
And its slants of imperial light
I am not Ondine
And I do not live in a river
Or in a strange hypolimnion palace
Or in the endless sea
Or in a faraway land
Or in a shotgun shack
Here I am, in a jacket of wool
Staring from your backyard field
Paces away from you
Contemplating your unkempt hair
Peaking out of your trapper hat
Your hair and hat
Frame your snow-pegged face
Watching for signs of retaliation
I slowly close the small distance
I even rush upon you with a leap
Not afraid to use my weight
Listen! Listen! Do you know what you hear?…
Innocent heartbeats, full of ardor
Strong and fervent
Constant and loyal
Putting thunder and lightning to shame
Putting all drums to shame
Their intentions are blameless
More guiltless than these masses of pure white snow
I will never oppress or lose faith
Even as I impose on you the heft of Cathedral tunes
Even as I persist in staring, resembling zero
Even as I make more poignant our imperial affliction
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