But when, on the timepieces that we callIII. Chronology of Northern ExplorationThis gap in time, this season not their own,Comes up with as a means to its own end.They move against, or through, or by, or toward.She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeperXV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely ExpeditionX. The British Attack on the ArcticCascading snowflakes settle in the pines,That open before me? What I seeThrough the back of the picture at the patch of whiteThis third day of our January thaw,This gap in time, this season not their own,Toward something that the world is pointing towardvisitors' dugout. The osprey whose nest is atopA kind of snow, which hesitatesAre gliding toward me on the ice intoNot daring to opposeAs it sits there like an eventual
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