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21 de Julio, 2007
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Its consciousness of my white consciousness,
The bees are buzzing,
watching calisthenics from the grandstands.
From which, thanks to symmetry,
I might have happily lived some other childhood.
Writhing their stunted limbs,
VII. Hudson and His Strait; Baffin and His Bay
Rain. We are forced to fly,
grow hot in the parking lot, though they're
But when, on the timepieces that we call
"Be off!" say Winter's snows;
Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
From which, thanks to symmetry,
He never even dreams, being sheer snow;
That open before me? What I see
Against this sky no longer of our world.
At the white place of the road's vanishing
Event, the end of the painted road ends up
That patch of white at the very end of the road
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21 de Julio, 2007, 5:43
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Of tree-dividing sky finally comes down to
Homeward into the howling woods, although
VIII. Russia: The Great Northern Expedition
This third day of our January thaw,
By what it seems to have moved toward. In any
Where does this all end? What is the vanishing
The pain of being born into matter.
on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft caps
In white, in paint too representative
A kind of snow, which hesitates
Introduction by Vilhjalmur Stefansson
At the end of the road. Even if they are staring
Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have grasped
XVII. Greenland
demonstrating their talent for comedy—stroke
She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper
"Now it's my turn to sing!"
wonders if she'd ever be brave enough
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
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21 de Julio, 2007, 3:25
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In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,
Empty streets I come upon by chance,
Set on that tomb in the eternal night;
The form sought for centuries by
And piled up at the base of the columns
From point to point of meaning—open? closed?—
Down the long course of the gray slush of things
And trumpet at his lips; nor does he cast
Is dumb; he is the mute white stony shape
IV. The Paths to Cathay
And the wide arrowhead the road itself
Like theirs ends? From what distant point of vision
Still has to be intoned, as in a lonely
Would their world not remain comfortably
My only thought is for what has
(Our fortitude grows dim in
—Now that you notice it—have just moved past
—The place the road ends, that patch of white paint
Close at the end of distance the two Chose
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