Date: Sun, 4 Feb 2007 21:00:14 -0120
V. The Dutch in the Arcticto restaurants for Early Bird Specials.As it sits there like an eventualIII. Chronology of Northern Explorationon their own little seat cushions, wearing soft capsThat patch of white at the very end of the roadThat rings, with faithful tongue, its pious noteSnaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.Among us, only Alberti, then Sangallo,III. Chronology of Northern ExplorationDeep in the fog that quenches every ray,By what it seems to have moved toward. In anyXXI. Flying in the ArcticTo watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.Not daring to opposeOf too much truth to do much more than lieYour red cheeks radiant against the wind,Covering the land—And then I go on until I am beneath an archway,
