Subject: MS please help, OEM out of MCE

From: "rea chev" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2007 21:54:54 +0800

Where lamps are lit: these, too,
This third day of our January thaw,
Down the road, at Cypress Gardens, a woman
So, startled, quivering,
XI. Franklin's Last Voyage
Clear-voiced despite its years, strong, eloquent-
In dense bare branches, or the ubiquitous
and preening, dancing on the basepaths,
and the Splendid Splinter. For a few dreamy dollars,
And melt the spirit; his mouth will distend
Of tree-dividing sky finally comes down to
Still has to be intoned, as in a lonely
Stunned in their voiceless way to be alive
Dismal, endless plain-
Set on that tomb in the eternal night;
XVI. Laying a Ghost: The Jeannette and the Fram
Clear-voiced despite its years, strong, eloquent-
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
Of Boyg of Normandy . . .