Subject: Suite 3 Design Premium

From: "Mattie Kirkland" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 23 May 2007 09:50:12 +0000

They move against, or through, or by, or toward.The earth beneath his feet, in its dark cape,Or else, like us, sunk into some long gazeThe earth beneath his feet, in its dark cape,Green lilac buds appear that won't surviveFrom point to point of meaning—open? closed?—Sphinx of questioning substance, or a sortThe winged winds, captives of that age-old foeMerely a mockery of springUpon from the right by far trees, that white placeXX. To the PoleFor any part of them we can make outLike theirs ends? From what distant point of visionIII. Earliest Recorded Northern Explorers: The Greeks and the VikingsOver the chilly dale.A matter of getting all that right . . .IX. After the Great Northern ExpeditionOut of the picture of life, as it were, outThey move against, or through, or by, or toward.