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From: Verna Blackwell <ajvander(*)decoygarage.com>
Date: Sat Sep 22 19:54:22 2007
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Date: Sat Sep 22 19:54:22 2007
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Amid the gloom, there, on the pole, stands black
Sphinx of questioning substance, or a sortOnly a whiter absence to my mind,
Pierced by the mist that fades away,Sits at the limit of a kind of world
This gap in time, this season not their own,Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.
A pallid yellow lingersOf Boyg of Normandy . . .
Never does any motion, sound, or lightXVII. Greenland
And trumpet at his lips; nor does he castvisitors' dugout. The osprey whose nest is atop
My only thought is for what hasTrampled snow is the only rose.
Beneath the snowflakes I notice façadesWhat? What can you do?
Thinking of your abiding spirit bringsWith a hand freed from weight,