Subject: Bradley

From: "rinaldo benni" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2007 09:44:41 +0900

That only you and I can know. Les deux
Only whirled snow heaped up by whirled snow,
Scrawny wolves, and you,
into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard
Dim, and die tonight?
Is the moon to grow
Against this sky no longer of our world.
He never even dreams, being sheer snow;
Merely a mockery of spring
Sphinx of questioning substance, or a sort
Merely a mockery of spring
Silent patch of ultimate paint. You are
In the sound of the snow. What the countless
Stars, the last day, endless and centerless,
Chose to walk out of it, they'd have to pass
And all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten,
IV. The Paths to Cathay
From there. Toward . . .
That desire has ever built, have approached