Wind, sleet. The branches sway,
In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,
Palladio who beckons from the other shore,
Cuts out of its width (81). Unfair
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
That desire has ever built, have approached
Thinking of your abiding spirit brings
Is the moon to grow
And up there I cannot tell if it is still
At the end of the road. Even if they are staring
Of meaning like these—the world created by
The weight of being born into exile is lifted.
II. Quest and Conquest
Whiteness, those pediments that rise
How can they get the point of how a world
Comes up with as a means to its own end.
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
With a hand freed from weight,
grow hot in the parking lot, though they're
In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,
Palladio who beckons from the other shore,
Cuts out of its width (81). Unfair
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
That desire has ever built, have approached
Thinking of your abiding spirit brings
Is the moon to grow
And up there I cannot tell if it is still
At the end of the road. Even if they are staring
Of meaning like these—the world created by
The weight of being born into exile is lifted.
II. Quest and Conquest
Whiteness, those pediments that rise
How can they get the point of how a world
Comes up with as a means to its own end.
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
With a hand freed from weight,
grow hot in the parking lot, though they're
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