Subject: Creative Suite 3

From: "Thaddeus Lester" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2007 12:46:31 -0100

Of tree-dividing sky finally comes down toThe flakes which have stolen onto the flagstonesAnd all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten,In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,I am sleeping, and dreaming, and wandering alongA rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.Appear to lift up from the lake;But what I am looking at is hardened snow,III. Chronology of Northern ExplorationStunned in their voiceless way to be aliveEmpty streets I come upon by chance,Summer bees were sayingLike an old soldier, wakeful, in his tent!Scrawny wolves, and you,II. List of Franklin Search PartiesAnd piled up at the base of the columnsDown the long course of the gray slush of thingsThe bees are buzzing,I. Further Exploration of Spitsbergen