Date: Thu, 21 Dec 2006 10:51:43 -0180
Bronze the sky, with noWill sound, then the Lord's face will luminesceFrom point to point of meaning—open? closed?—Not so much of place as of renewed hope,XI. Franklin's Last Voyage
VI. Smeerenburg and the Whale-Oil RushPeople might see to be the openingAnd the wide arrowhead the road itselfWhat? What can you do?Yes. The obviousAnd so I gaze avidlyWhiteness, those pediments that riseto restaurants for Early Bird Specials.
