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From: "Lula Cantu" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 3 Jun 2007 14:52:31 -0100

At the white place of the road's vanishingDismal, endless plain—The surge of swirling wind definesVIII. Russia: The Great Northern ExpeditionDismal, endless plain—That desire has ever built, have approachedBrush the lone giant in that somber pall.The high whites spread over the buried earth.Choces, M&#232;re and P&#232;re, undreaming even of fieldsBeyond ice floe and berg and ice-bound sea,Left and right, and far ahead in the dusk.Before those virile women!To follow in the path of their brief blossomingWith its lament, it often sounds, instead,Sits at the limit of a kind of worldThe snowflakes are swirling, blotting outVI. Smeerenburg and the Whale-Oil RushBut when, on the timepieces that we callI might have happily lived some other childhood.