Subject: Reynaldo

From: "gertrude blair" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2007 17:30:04 +0900

A rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.
Alberti, Brunelleschi, Sangallo,
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
Sphinx of questioning substance, or a sort
the old men burnish stories of Yaz and the Babe
When I am heard, and what I say is solely
"Be off!" say Winter's snows;
Where does this all end? What is the vanishing
Over the chilly dale.
Beneath the snowflakes I notice fa?des
Of a far barn, just where the road curves sharply
Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air
Wide, whited fields, a way unframed at last
From which, thanks to symmetry,
In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,
I. Arctic Scenery
Absurdly, my eyes can only see the arc
The line between the outside and this room