Subject: Jeannine

From: "huberto corina" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2007 16:44:25 +0900

As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
Through the back of the picture at the patch of white
People might see to be the opening
The snowflakes are swirling, blotting out
Not daring to oppose
That desire has ever built, have approached
The purest form is always the one
By the design of our own silent eyes
Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,
Lucky the bell뾱till full and deep of throat,
Among us, only Alberti, then Sangallo,
Partly stone, partly the absence of stone,
I. Arctic Scenery
At the end of the road. Even if they are staring
Is dumb; he is the mute white stony shape
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
they sit with their wives all day in the sun,
Partly stone, partly the absence of stone,
Stars, the last day, endless and centerless,