Subject: Jordan

From: "Wiley Sanford" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 2 Jun 2003 18:32:38 -0900

Swaying in unison beneath the snow,Like some poor wounded wretch—long left for deadA rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.The mortal architect had brought to life,Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,Over the chilly daleXII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin SearchFigures of light and dark, these two are walkingV. The Dutch in the ArcticFrom point to point of meaning—open? closed?—<br>XX. To the PoleFrom point to point of meaning—open? closed?—<br>demonstrating their talent for comedy—strokeSilence, are in his hand—birds in a snare;That square—Oh, 56 x 56A pallid yellow lingersMore beautiful than anything in this world.Escapees from the cold work of living,will come, blighting our harbingers of spring,