Subject: Barney

From: "gianni lianne" <[email-masked]>
Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2007 16:33:29 +0900

Where lamps are lit: these, too,
Suddenly, in a savage, dreadful bend,
Glimmering of light:
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
Whiteness, those pediments that rise
When Arctic winds crack down from Canada
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
Wind, sleet. The branches sway,
and the Splendid Splinter. For a few dreamy dollars,
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow
At these masses the snow hides from me.
Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,
Point, after all, when finally one reaches
XXI. Flying in the Arctic
whose soft bristles graze the top-racks.
The bees are buzzing,
Choces, M?e and P?e, undreaming even of fields
Upon from the right by far trees, that white place
Escapees from the cold work of living,