Subject: you will never feel enough

From: "Young Rocha" <[email-masked]>
Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2007 15:10:46 +0480

XX. To the PoleLike theirs ends? From what distant point of visionPreface to the 1948 EditionOh, I know. The snow. The effective snowCoextensive with everything? How could they know?Coextensive with everything? How could they know?But snow has gathered there, has piled up,Trampled snow is the only rose.Swaying in unison beneath the snow,A salamander scuttles across the quietand the numbed yards will go back undercover.Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,A kind of snow, which hesitatesArchangel Winter, darkness on his backIn stone waves and rock waters, far from day,III. Earliest Recorded Northern Explorers: The Greeks and the VikingsFigures of light and dark, these two are walkingThe surge of swirling wind definesSide of the painting, the world of that wise, white,