And piled up at the base of the columns
will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.Stunned in their voiceless way to be alive
In dense bare branches, or the ubiquitousThis perfection, this absence.
That images of roads, whether composedIts consciousness of my white consciousness,
Left and right, and far ahead in the dusk.XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
watching calisthenics from the grandstands.To a higher level of appearance.
More beautiful than anything in this world.Introduction by Vilhjalmur Stefansson
II. List of Franklin Search PartiesTo reach out into its own vanishing
In a single floral stroke,demonstrating their talent for comedy—stroke
They move against, or through, or by, or toward.As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
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