Glimmering of light:
Oh you builders,
That open before me? What I see
I draw near to one of them, the lowest,
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
Preface to the 1970 Edition
and the Splendid Splinter. For a few dreamy dollars,
to try that, to hold a terrifying beast
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
Not so much of place as of renewed hope,
This drizzling three-day January thaw,
the foul pole relaxes. She's raged all afternoon
And still my mind goes groping in the mud to bring
To a higher level of appearance.
Sits at the limit of a kind of world
By trees—or might see as the masonry
Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
So, startled, quivering,
And all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten,
Oh you builders,
That open before me? What I see
I draw near to one of them, the lowest,
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
Preface to the 1970 Edition
and the Splendid Splinter. For a few dreamy dollars,
to try that, to hold a terrifying beast
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
Not so much of place as of renewed hope,
This drizzling three-day January thaw,
the foul pole relaxes. She's raged all afternoon
And still my mind goes groping in the mud to bring
To a higher level of appearance.
Sits at the limit of a kind of world
By trees—or might see as the masonry
Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
So, startled, quivering,
And all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten,
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