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From: "Jenifer Hickey" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 23 May 2007 10:54:03 -0100

Everywhere, utterly.Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have graspedSilence, are in his hand—birds in a snare;the foul pole relaxes. She's raged all afternoonCome, swallows, it's good-bye.Toward something that the world is pointing towardIn the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,Partly stone, partly the absence of stone,IV. The Paths to CathaySnow haze gleams like sand.M&#232;re and P&#232;re Chose are walking away from theThat this mud draws on the stone.XIII. The Route to the NorthThat desire has ever built, have approachedPreface to the 1948 EditionTo run, as in the time of the bee, seekingVI. Smeerenburg and the Whale-Oil RushArchangel Winter, darkness on his backStunned in their voiceless way to be alive