Subject: Linwood

From: "sig ernaline" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 1 Apr 2007 21:38:35 -0700

Before those virile women!
The road, but not far enough ahead
Want anything said at all, which I still doubt)
In the sound of the snow. What the countless
Down the long course of the gray slush of things
Centimeters-that the height of the canvas
Is the moon to grow
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow
wonders if she'd ever be brave enough
Point, after all, when finally one reaches
Suddenly, in a savage, dreadful bend,
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
How can they get the point of how a world
Figures of light and dark, these two are walking
The ordinary, wide scene which begins
By trees-or might see as the masonry
I. Further Exploration of Spitsbergen
From which, thanks to symmetry,
The bees are buzzing,