Subject: Danial

From: "robinson brittany" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2007 02:32:54 +0900

their bellies, they're out cold, instantaneously
And beyond, the same sound of bees
As if your absence now concluded long ago.
to restaurants for Early Bird Specials.
to try that, to hold a terrifying beast
The winter road from the St. Simeon farm
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form.
VIII. Russia: The Great Northern Expedition
Not so much of place as of renewed hope,
Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
Beneath the snowflakes I notice fa?des
Nor, indeed, the bit of paint itself can know of.
Sphinx of questioning substance, or a sort
Away from their profundity of surface.
Will hear the storm-blast of his clarion.
Like theirs ends? From what distant point of vision
What I have in my hands, these flowers, these shadows,
Hoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,