Archangel Winter, darkness on his back
This drizzling three-day January thaw,
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
In search of brighter green to come. No way!
In Florida, it's strawberry season—
—The place the road ends, that patch of white paint
XII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin Search
As if your absence now concluded long ago.
From there. Toward . . .
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
Dim, and die tonight?
So you can watch me watch uplifted snow
Set on that tomb in the eternal night;
they sit with their wives all day in the sun,
Père and Mère Chose could be in conversation
In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,
Unreadable from behind—they are well down
visitors' dugout. The osprey whose nest is atop
Sought to contrive, intending to express
This drizzling three-day January thaw,
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
In search of brighter green to come. No way!
In Florida, it's strawberry season—
—The place the road ends, that patch of white paint
XII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin Search
As if your absence now concluded long ago.
From there. Toward . . .
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
Dim, and die tonight?
So you can watch me watch uplifted snow
Set on that tomb in the eternal night;
they sit with their wives all day in the sun,
Père and Mère Chose could be in conversation
In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,
Unreadable from behind—they are well down
visitors' dugout. The osprey whose nest is atop
Sought to contrive, intending to express
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