Subject: Julian

From: "carr susanetta" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2007 16:07:05 +0900

X. The British Attack on the Arctic
From there. Toward . . .
Glimmering of light:
V. The Dutch in the Arctic
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
Of too much truth to do much more than lie
Homeward into the howling woods, although
Of tree-dividing sky finally comes down to
II. Quest and Conquest
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
Floating on the sky.
And up there I cannot tell if it is still
Snow haze gleams like sand.
IV. The Paths to Cathay
Traces of those deep cuts lie thickly upon
Toward something that the world is pointing toward
The form sought for centuries by
Yes. The obvious
Are gliding toward me on the ice into