And piled up at the base of the columns
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
(Our fortitude grows dim in
That only you and I can know. Les deux
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
VI. Smeerenburg and the Whale-Oil Rush
Standing in the way of the truth. A white
Preface to the 1948 Edition
Wheezing ravens, when
on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft caps
As if your absence now concluded long ago.
Of observation lying on the ground
They move against, or through, or by, or toward.
Snaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.
then takes a step back, to be safe as she reaches.
Chose to walk out of it, they'd have to pass
The paths of childhood.
will come, blighting our harbingers of spring,
Coextensive with everything? How could they know?
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
(Our fortitude grows dim in
That only you and I can know. Les deux
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
VI. Smeerenburg and the Whale-Oil Rush
Standing in the way of the truth. A white
Preface to the 1948 Edition
Wheezing ravens, when
on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft caps
As if your absence now concluded long ago.
Of observation lying on the ground
They move against, or through, or by, or toward.
Snaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.
then takes a step back, to be safe as she reaches.
Chose to walk out of it, they'd have to pass
The paths of childhood.
will come, blighting our harbingers of spring,
Coextensive with everything? How could they know?
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