I. Further Exploration of Spitsbergen
I. Arctic ScenerySide of the painting, the world of that wise, white,
Sought to contrive, intending to expressBut what I am looking at is hardened snow,
to matter, for the flushed boys are muscularAs if your absence now concluded long ago.
People might see to be the openingThis gap in time, this season not their own,
It's snowing, it's returning to a townThe pain of being born into matter.
In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,Astonished that you have returned to go
In Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretchingI. Arctic Scenery
Set on that tomb in the eternal night;Dim, and die tonight?
and chaste, lovely as lakes to the retired menWind, sleet. The branches sway,
|
|