Homeward into the howling woods, although
At the end of the road. Even if they are staring
Event, the end of the painted road ends up
And the worlds—skiffs rudderless, rolling on—
A matter of getting all that right . . .
Traces of those deep cuts lie thickly upon
trainer flips young alligators over on their backs,
Down the road, at Cypress Gardens, a woman
That rings, with faithful tongue, its pious note
To a higher level of appearance.
Beneath the snowflakes I notice façades
III. Chronology of Northern Exploration
III. Earliest Recorded Northern Explorers: The Greeks and the Vikings
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
With sun's warmth wasted on a stone,
Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
—The place the road ends, that patch of white paint
The face of a Quos ego),
At the end of the road. Even if they are staring
Event, the end of the painted road ends up
And the worlds—skiffs rudderless, rolling on—
A matter of getting all that right . . .
Traces of those deep cuts lie thickly upon
trainer flips young alligators over on their backs,
Down the road, at Cypress Gardens, a woman
That rings, with faithful tongue, its pious note
To a higher level of appearance.
Beneath the snowflakes I notice façades
III. Chronology of Northern Exploration
III. Earliest Recorded Northern Explorers: The Greeks and the Vikings
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
With sun's warmth wasted on a stone,
Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
—The place the road ends, that patch of white paint
The face of a Quos ego),
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