Subject: Milo

From: "odell guthry" <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 26 Apr 2007 17:52:22 +0900

What is there in the depths of these walls
Archangel Winter, darkness on his back
And beyond, the same sound of bees
With my foot the supple ball, for perhaps
Dismal, endless plain?BR> and turn it into something cartoon-funny.
To pick up even the quickening of wind
Only a fox whose den I cannot find.
Not daring to oppose
XIX. Jones Sound and Beaufort Sea
The high whites spread over the buried earth.
This perfection, this absence.
III. Chronology of Northern Exploration
Only a whiter absence to my mind,
XVI. Laying a Ghost: The Jeannette and the Fram
giddy as good kids playing hookey. Now,
I bring down a bit of its light
XVI. Laying a Ghost: The Jeannette and the Fram
Are gliding toward me on the ice into