Clare

Toward something that the world is pointing toward
Preface to the 1948 Edition
As it sits there like an eventual
V. The Dutch in the Arctic
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
I seek, above all, in the wandering
Not daring to oppose
Sought to contrive, intending to express
Side of the painting, the world of that wise, white,
Archangel Winter, darkness on his back
Sits at the limit of a kind of world
By the design of our own silent eyes
For any part of them we can make out
XI. Franklin's Last Voyage
shortcake, waffles, berries and cream
Late February, and the air's so balmy
I. Further Exploration of Spitsbergen
and preening, dancing on the basepaths,
then takes a step back, to be safe as she reaches.