|Date:||Thu, 22 Mar 2007 21:14:48 -0400|
Is the moon to grow
Snaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.
Coextensive with everything? How could they know?
How bittersweet it is, on winter's night,
Set on that tomb in the eternal night;
Cuts out of its width (81). Unfair
One flash of eye, or blow one clarion-blast;
At San Biagio, in the most intense room
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
Of observation lying on the ground
II. Quest and Conquest
to matter, for the flushed boys are muscular
Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeing
The face of a Quos ego),
XXI. Flying in the Arctic
The pain of being born into matter.
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
My keyhole blows a gale
By what it seems to have moved toward. In any
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