Subject: Art

From: "mabel ginni" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 5 May 2007 02:29:59 +0800

From which, thanks to symmetry,
In white, in paint too representative
In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,
By what it seems to have moved toward. In any
Where lamps are lit: these, too,
Empty streets I come upon by chance,
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
Figures of light and dark, these two are walking
Snow haze gleams like sand.
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
In the sound of the snow. What the countless
His sightless eyes horribly watch the air;
Sphinx of questioning substance, or a sort
A rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.
Away, my songs, must we go
Preface to the 1948 Edition
Calling me to you with wild gesturings
Only a fox whose den I cannot find.
In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,