Subject: Refugio

From: "Stanley Bravo" <[email-masked]>
Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2007 05:52:25 -0900

Over the chilly dale.Before those virile women!At the end of the road. Even if they are staringwhose soft bristles graze the top-racks.Green lilac buds appear that won't surviveDismal, endless plain—<br>And off the white smoke swimsToward the still dab of white that oscillatesVII. Hudson and His Strait; Baffin and His Bay"Now it's my turn to sing!"Only whirled snow heaped up by whirled snow,Whiteness, those pediments that riseBetween the high and the low, in this night.A salamander scuttles across the quietDreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snowAstonished that you have returned to goDown the long course of the gray slush of thingsSought to contrive, intending to expressOf a far barn, just where the road curves sharply