Introduction by Vilhjalmur Stefansson
Glimmering of light:
She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper
Silent patch of ultimate paint. You are
and preening, dancing on the basepaths,
Swaying in unison beneath the snow,
To watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.
Dim, and die tonight?
Like an old soldier, wakeful, in his tent!
Swaying in unison beneath the snow,
At the white place of the road's vanishing
How bittersweet it is, on winter's night,
XX. To the Pole
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
Bronze the sky, with no
With a hand freed from weight,
Rain. We are forced to fly,
From which, thanks to symmetry,
XVI. Laying a Ghost: The Jeannette and the Fram
Glimmering of light:
She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper
Silent patch of ultimate paint. You are
and preening, dancing on the basepaths,
Swaying in unison beneath the snow,
To watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.
Dim, and die tonight?
Like an old soldier, wakeful, in his tent!
Swaying in unison beneath the snow,
At the white place of the road's vanishing
How bittersweet it is, on winter's night,
XX. To the Pole
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
Bronze the sky, with no
With a hand freed from weight,
Rain. We are forced to fly,
From which, thanks to symmetry,
XVI. Laying a Ghost: The Jeannette and the Fram
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