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The high whites spread over the buried earth.
Sits at the limit of a kind of world
then takes a step back, to be safe as she reaches.
Is the moon to grow
I do not betray you, I still go forward,
From point to point of meaning?open? closed??
To mark that square, perhaps: were Mère and Père
Down the road, at Cypress Gardens, a woman
snowdrops and crocuses might be fooled
In the woods, close by,
IV. The Paths to Cathay
Onto my frozen fingers.
How can they get the point of how a world
High on this surface, guarding the edge of Père
Will hear the storm-blast of his clarion.
Against this sky no longer of our world.
VI. Smeerenburg and the Whale-Oil Rush
Out of the road into a way across
The road, but not far enough ahead