IX. After the Great Northern Expedition
Toward . . . that seems to be the whispered question
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeing
X. The British Attack on the Arctic
Wheezing ravens, when
Where, as I discover as I go through
By what it seems to have moved toward. In any
will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.
What? What can you do?
Cuts out of its width (81). Unfair
Still has to be intoned, as in a lonely
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
Snow haze gleams like sand.
Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
and the Splendid Splinter. For a few dreamy dollars,
Reshaping magnified, each risen flake
He terrifies the Vast, he seems so wild;
Toward . . . that seems to be the whispered question
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeing
X. The British Attack on the Arctic
Wheezing ravens, when
Where, as I discover as I go through
By what it seems to have moved toward. In any
will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.
What? What can you do?
Cuts out of its width (81). Unfair
Still has to be intoned, as in a lonely
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
Snow haze gleams like sand.
Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
and the Splendid Splinter. For a few dreamy dollars,
Reshaping magnified, each risen flake
He terrifies the Vast, he seems so wild;
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