Subject: Duane

From: "ede currey" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2007 11:43:05 -0600

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Right, and appears from here to be overcome
Come, swallows, it's good-bye.
Glimmering of light:
Is the moon to grow
Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,
I seek, above all, in the wandering
Glimmering of light:
In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,
Point, after all, when finally one reaches
At these masses the snow hides from me.
Side of the painting, the world of that wise, white,
Calling me to you with wild gesturings
And he is swathed in ever-petrified dread;
the foul pole relaxes. She's raged all afternoon
III. Chronology of Northern Exploration
the foul pole relaxes. She's raged all afternoon
Again awaken from your being gone to find
Calling me to you with wild gesturings