I do not betray you, I still go forward,
Astonished that you have returned to go
Snaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.
And trumpet at his lips; nor does he cast
Père and Mère Chose could be in conversation
At the end of the road. Even if they are staring
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
Point, after all, when finally one reaches
In Florida, it's strawberry season—
Scrawny wolves, and you,
This perfection, this absence.
Partly stone, partly the absence of stone,
My keyhole blows a gale
Sphinx of questioning substance, or a sort
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
And the worlds—skiffs rudderless, rolling on—
Astonished that you have returned to go
Snaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.
And trumpet at his lips; nor does he cast
Père and Mère Chose could be in conversation
At the end of the road. Even if they are staring
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
Point, after all, when finally one reaches
In Florida, it's strawberry season—
Scrawny wolves, and you,
This perfection, this absence.
Partly stone, partly the absence of stone,
My keyhole blows a gale
Sphinx of questioning substance, or a sort
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
And the worlds—skiffs rudderless, rolling on—
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