And up there I cannot tell if it is still
Coextensive with everything? How could they know?
My only thought is for what has
Beneath a pile of corpses, lying massed
Cuts out of its width (81). Unfair
Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet painted
And the worlds—skiffs rudderless, rolling on—
To watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.
Everywhere, utterly.
XIX. Jones Sound and Beaufort Sea
The snowflakes are swirling, blotting out
Covering the land—
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
XII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin Search
That rings, with faithful tongue, its pious note
grow hot in the parking lot, though they're
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
XIII. The Route to the North
Preface to the 1970 Edition
Coextensive with everything? How could they know?
My only thought is for what has
Beneath a pile of corpses, lying massed
Cuts out of its width (81). Unfair
Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet painted
And the worlds—skiffs rudderless, rolling on—
To watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.
Everywhere, utterly.
XIX. Jones Sound and Beaufort Sea
The snowflakes are swirling, blotting out
Covering the land—
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
XII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin Search
That rings, with faithful tongue, its pious note
grow hot in the parking lot, though they're
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
XIII. The Route to the North
Preface to the 1970 Edition
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