Père and Mère Chose could be in conversation
Summer bees were saying
Nor, indeed, the bit of paint itself can know of.
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
To mark that square, perhaps: were Mère and Père
And still my mind goes groping in the mud to bring
The weight of being born into exile is lifted.
Still has to be intoned, as in a lonely
Père and Mère Chose could be in conversation
From point to point of meaning—open? closed?—
Preface to the 1948 Edition
Brush the lone giant in that somber pall.
Two of us, Docteur and Madame Machin, who stand
grow hot in the parking lot, though they're
The earth beneath his feet, in its dark cape,
I draw near to one of them, the lowest,
Close at the end of distance the two Chose
Onto my frozen fingers.
Summer bees were saying
Nor, indeed, the bit of paint itself can know of.
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
To mark that square, perhaps: were Mère and Père
And still my mind goes groping in the mud to bring
The weight of being born into exile is lifted.
Still has to be intoned, as in a lonely
Père and Mère Chose could be in conversation
From point to point of meaning—open? closed?—
Preface to the 1948 Edition
Brush the lone giant in that somber pall.
Two of us, Docteur and Madame Machin, who stand
grow hot in the parking lot, though they're
The earth beneath his feet, in its dark cape,
I draw near to one of them, the lowest,
Close at the end of distance the two Chose
Onto my frozen fingers.
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