Subject: Ursula

From: "Rachel Caudill" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 5 Jun 2007 02:27:11 -0200

I. Further Exploration of SpitsbergenOh you builders,I do not betray you, I still go forward,M&#232;re and P&#232;re Chose are walking away from theshaded by live oaks and bottlebrush treesYes. You'd want that said, (if youWheezing ravens, whenThat rings, with faithful tongue, its pious noteBy trees—or might see as the masonryI seek, above all, in the wanderingAnd piled up at the base of the columnsAnd so I gaze avidlyWhiteness, those pediments that riseYour gloved hands covering your lips' good-byeStill has to be intoned, as in a lonelyWith its lament, it often sounds, instead,In realms of dingy gloom and deep crevasseCentimeters—that the height of the canvasVI. Smeerenburg and the Whale-Oil Rush