The form sought for centuries by
to matter, for the flushed boys are muscular
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
The form sought for centuries by
Everywhere, utterly.
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form
Snow haze gleams like sand.
Against this sky no longer of our world.
More beautiful than anything in this world.
Only a fox whose den I cannot find.
XIX. Jones Sound and Beaufort Sea
When Arctic winds crack down from Canada
No name, no meaning. Oh my friends,
Like an old soldier, wakeful, in his tent!
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
XVII. Greenland
How can they get the point of how a world
Onto my frozen fingers.
Where, as I discover as I go through
to matter, for the flushed boys are muscular
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
The form sought for centuries by
Everywhere, utterly.
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form
Snow haze gleams like sand.
Against this sky no longer of our world.
More beautiful than anything in this world.
Only a fox whose den I cannot find.
XIX. Jones Sound and Beaufort Sea
When Arctic winds crack down from Canada
No name, no meaning. Oh my friends,
Like an old soldier, wakeful, in his tent!
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
XVII. Greenland
How can they get the point of how a world
Onto my frozen fingers.
Where, as I discover as I go through
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