Brain

When I am heard, and what I say is solely
A frame of glided twilight—I
From which, thanks to symmetry,
"Be off!" say Winter's snows;
Only a whiter absence to my mind,
Glimmering of light:
Everywhere, utterly.
the foul pole relaxes. She's raged all afternoon
I've drifted somewhat from the distant heart
They move against, or through, or by, or toward.
More beautiful than anything in this world.
In dense bare branches, or the ubiquitous
Standing in the way of the truth. A white
Dismal, endless plain?BR> M?e and P?e Chose are walking away from the
Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
And then I go on until I am beneath an archway,
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
By bloody pool—rattling, gasping his last.