I seek, above all, in the wandering
Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
Dim, and die tonight?then takes a step back, to be safe as she reaches.
As if your human shape were what the stormReshaping magnified, each risen flake
With its lament, it often sounds, instead,Toward something that the world is pointing toward
shaded by live oaks and bottlebrush treesCalling me to you with wild gesturings
Suddenly, in a savage, dreadful bend,To pick up even the quickening of wind
Event, the end of the painted road ends upIII. Earliest Recorded Northern Explorers: The Greeks and the Vikings
Left and right, and far ahead in the dusk.In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,
That open before me? What I seeLucky the bell—still full and deep of throat,
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