Subject: Anthony

From: "arlin dallas" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2007 21:50:51 +0200

Given by nature will soak into it.
Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.
Of Boyg of Normandy . . .
Appendices
That open before me? What I see
I. Further Exploration of Spitsbergen
Preface to the 1948 Edition
Scrawny wolves, and you,
Again awaken from your being gone to find
To have been claimed by what we see of what
Centimeters-that the height of the canvas
Homeward into the howling woods, although
The line between the outside and this room
Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.
Oh you builders,
on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft caps
Yes. The obvious
Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,
Beneath a pile of corpses, lying massed