Subject: Emmett

From: "katee alon" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2007 20:31:13 +0900

their bellies, they're out cold, instantaneously
By what it seems to have moved toward. In any
The earth beneath his feet, in its dark cape,
Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet painted
Given by nature will soak into it.
That only you and I can know. Les deux
That open before me? What I see
Some stubborn sprouts up through the stubble hay,
So you can watch me watch uplifted snow
VII. Hudson and His Strait; Baffin and His Bay
Preface to the 1948 Edition
More beautiful than anything in this world.
Close at the end of distance the two Chose
Trampled snow is the only rose.
Snaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.
And piled up at the base of the columns
By what it seems to have moved toward. In any
And the worlds뾱kiffs rudderless, rolling on?BR> By the design of our own
silent eyes