The winged winds, captives of that age-old foe
Introduction by Vilhjalmur Stefansson
It's snowing, it's returning to a town
Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
Suddenly, in a savage, dreadful bend,
The snowflakes are swirling, blotting out
Empty streets I come upon by chance,
will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.
That squareOh, 56 x 56
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
Again awaken from your being gone to find
will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.
The bees are buzzing,
The mortal architect had brought to life,
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.
Blurring the terrain,
The ordinary, wide scene which begins
Introduction by Vilhjalmur Stefansson
It's snowing, it's returning to a town
Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
Suddenly, in a savage, dreadful bend,
The snowflakes are swirling, blotting out
Empty streets I come upon by chance,
will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.
That squareOh, 56 x 56
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
Again awaken from your being gone to find
will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.
The bees are buzzing,
The mortal architect had brought to life,
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.
Blurring the terrain,
The ordinary, wide scene which begins
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