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From: "Louisa Miner" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 30 May 2007 03:32:25 -0800

The form sought for centuries byBlurring the terrain,visitors' dugout. The osprey whose nest is atopRight, and appears from here to be overcomeThis gap in time, this season not their own,In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,Beyond ice floe and berg and ice-bound sea,Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,That only you and I can know. Les deuxGray the cloud-like oaksAt the end of the road. Even if they are staringDismal, endless plain—<br>From which, thanks to symmetry,for a few weeks, statistics won't seemBeyond ice floe and berg and ice-bound sea,He is harsh, dismal, ice—that is, exiled;Before those virile women!IX. After the Great Northern ExpeditionAt the end of the road. Even if they are staring