The first typescript

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Ashbery: “The Skaters,” first typescript, page 36

                       However, today
(Snowflakes floating down a dark airshaft)
Is more to me. The way
My exile is picked out on your territory; you laughed
But could not subjugate me to your sway
As in some bright laundry theXXX daftdele
And holyXXXX wholly imaginary suds work into the fraydele
Commenting. Better that they waft