CREATIVE SUITE 3

Before those virile women!
Dreaming time has reversed—and you,
Like an old soldier, wakeful, in his tent!
Appendices
XVI. Laying a Ghost: The Jeannette and the Fram
Wide, whited fields, a way unframed at last
The form sought for centuries by
That patch of white at the very end of the road
Bronze the sky, with no
Toward . . . that seems to be the whispered question
And up there I cannot tell if it is still
Is the moon to grow
That square—Oh, 56 x 56
And off the white smoke swims
From there. Toward . . .
I do not betray you, I still go forward,
XIV. Franz Josef Land: The Amazing Drift of the Tegetthoff
Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
That only you and I can know. Les deux