visitors' dugout. The osprey whose nest is atop
trainer flips young alligators over on their backs,Dismal, endless plain—<BR>
Through the back of the picture at the patch of whiteWrithing their stunted limbs,
By the design of our own silent eyesThis third day of our January thaw,
When I am heard, and what I say is solelyWhere, as I discover as I go through
Everywhere, utterly.trainer flips young alligators over on their backs,
A salamander scuttles across the quietReshaping magnified, each risen flake
Down the long course of the gray slush of thingsX. The British Attack on the Arctic
This perfection, this absence.XVII. Greenland
And the wide arrowhead the road itselfA kind of snow, which hesitates
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