Subject: Manuela

From: "north yul" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2007 21:25:56 +0900

Stars, the last day, endless and centerless,
Again awaken from your being gone to find
(Our fortitude grows dim in
Side of the painting, the world of that wise, white,
to matter, for the flushed boys are muscular
Coextensive with everything? How could they know?
shaded by live oaks and bottlebrush trees
Preface to the 1948 Edition
I. Further Exploration of Spitsbergen
To reach out into its own vanishing
Winds blow sharp, what then?
Gray the cloud-like oaks
Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,
To reach out into its own vanishing
What? What can you do?
Beyond ice floe and berg and ice-bound sea,
V. The Dutch in the Arctic
In Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretching
That square뾑h, 56 x 56