I've drifted somewhat from the distant heart
In realms of dingy gloom and deep crevasse
Introduction by Vilhjalmur Stefansson
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form.
Floating on the sky.
Is the moon to grow
Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,
Between the high and the low, in this night.
Escapees from the cold work of living,
VII. Hudson and His Strait; Baffin and His Bay
To mark that square, perhaps: were Mère and Père
Between the vertex that the far-lit gray
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
Only a fox whose den I cannot find.
to restaurants for Early Bird Specials.
II. Quest and Conquest
At San Biagio, in the most intense room
To a higher level of appearance.
Among us, only Alberti, then Sangallo,
In realms of dingy gloom and deep crevasse
Introduction by Vilhjalmur Stefansson
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form.
Floating on the sky.
Is the moon to grow
Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,
Between the high and the low, in this night.
Escapees from the cold work of living,
VII. Hudson and His Strait; Baffin and His Bay
To mark that square, perhaps: were Mère and Père
Between the vertex that the far-lit gray
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
Only a fox whose den I cannot find.
to restaurants for Early Bird Specials.
II. Quest and Conquest
At San Biagio, in the most intense room
To a higher level of appearance.
Among us, only Alberti, then Sangallo,
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