And I would like
But when, on the timepieces that we call
Whiteness, those pediments that rise
Partly stone, partly the absence of stone,
From which, thanks to symmetry,
their bellies, they're out cold, instantaneously
But snow has gathered there, has piled up,
shaded by live oaks and bottlebrush trees
In the sound of the snow. What the countless
Given by nature will soak into it.
He never even dreams, being sheer snow;
XIV. Franz Josef Land: The Amazing Drift of the Tegetthoff
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
XIV. Franz Josef Land: The Amazing Drift of the Tegetthoff
wonders if she'd ever be brave enough
Writhing their stunted limbs,
Of tree-dividing sky finally comes down to
XX. To the Pole
Again awaken from your being gone to find
