Subject: Reinaldo

From: "tammara ivan" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2007 13:03:29 +0900

Where, as I discover as I go through
Left and right, and far ahead in the dusk.
So, startled, quivering,
IX. After the Great Northern Expedition
That only you and I can know. Les deux
Sought to contrive, intending to express
Not so much of place as of renewed hope,
The bees are buzzing,
Yes. The obvious
on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft caps
"Now it's my turn to sing!"
And M?e Chose's square of world, even as they
Dim, and die tonight?
Writhing their stunted limbs,
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
The form sought for centuries by
Its consciousness of my white consciousness,
With my foot the supple ball, for perhaps