Subject: Healt&Care Mall

From: "wilie cindy" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2007 22:03:02 +0100

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At these masses the snow hides from me.
Merely a mockery of spring
Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have grasped
At San Biagio, in the most intense room
and chaste, lovely as lakes to the retired men
Appendices
demonstrating their talent for comedy-stroke
Swaying in unison beneath the snow,
IX. After the Great Northern Expedition
More beautiful than anything in this world.
whose soft bristles graze the top-racks.
Set on that tomb in the eternal night;
My only thought is for what has
That only you and I can know. Les deux
In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,
Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,
Like an old soldier, wakeful, in his tent!
From point to point of meaning-open? closed?-
And trumpet at his lips; nor does he cast