Janet

IV. The Paths to Cathay
Calling me to you with wild gesturings
Between the vertex that the far-lit gray
Across the heavens' gray.
Pierced by the mist that fades away,
II. Quest and Conquest
Dismal, endless plain?BR> Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeing
And so I gaze avidly
I know,
III. Chronology of Northern Exploration
The winged winds, captives of that age-old foe
Winds blow sharp, what then?
End of the comedy.
A frame of glided twilight—I
Lucky the bell—still full and deep of throat,
It is as though I were at a second threshold.
To run, as in the time of the bee, seeking
I. Further Exploration of Spitsbergen