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To pick up even the quickening of wind
More beautiful than anything in this world.
Your gloved hands covering your lips' good-bye
To reach out into its own vanishing
at balls hit again and again toward her offspring.
VI. Smeerenburg and the Whale-Oil Rush
Comes up with as a means to its own end.
Or by the loud hand of painting, always puts.
to try that, to hold a terrifying beast
In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,
By the design of our own silent eyes
Come, swallows, it's good-bye.
Life, or only joy, that stands out
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
At these masses the snow hides from me.
By the design of our own silent eyes
As if your human shape were what the storm
watching calisthenics from the grandstands.
That images of roads, whether composed