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Before those virile women!
One flash of eye, or blow one clarion-blast;
Of meaning like these—the world created by
As if your human shape were what the storm
Wind, sleet. The branches sway,
So, startled, quivering,
The paths of childhood.
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
XXI. Flying in the Arctic
Unreadable from behind—they are well down
Sphinx of questioning substance, or a sort
Partly stone, partly the absence of stone,
Where, as I discover as I go through
into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard
Snow haze gleams like sand.
Comes up with as a means to its own end.
And still my mind goes groping in the mud to bring
shortcake, waffles, berries and cream
From there. Toward . . .