Partly stone, partly the absence of stone,
This perfection, this absence.
to matter, for the flushed boys are muscular
II. Quest and Conquest
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air
there's a pulpy orange-y smell from juice factories....
At the white place of the road's vanishing
That rings, with faithful tongue, its pious note
Gray the cloud-like oaks
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
His sightless eyes horribly watch the air;
giddy as good kids playing hookey. Now,
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow
Out of the picture of life, as it were, out
on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft caps
Absurdly, my eyes can only see the arc