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From there. Toward . . .
visitors' dugout. The osprey whose nest is atop
Introduction by Vilhjalmur Stefansson
A matter of getting all that right . . .
In dense bare branches, or the ubiquitous
To reach out into its own vanishing
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
Merely a mockery of spring
The high whites spread over the buried earth.
VI. Smeerenburg and the Whale-Oil Rush
Père and Mère Chose could be in conversation
XXI. Flying in the Arctic
At the white place of the road's vanishing
For any part of them we can make out
Merely a mockery of spring
Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
My only thought is for what has
Glimmering of light: