What? What can you do?
In realms of dingy gloom and deep crevasseThe ordinary, wide scene which begins
To reach out into its own vanishingThis gap in time, this season not their own,
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snowSwaying in unison beneath the snow,
I've drifted somewhat from the distant heartXVII. Greenland
In dense bare branches, or the ubiquitousLife, or only joy, that stands out
will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.To reach out into its own vanishing
"Be off!" say Winter's snows;Covering the land—
With a hand freed from weight,Comes up with as a means to its own end.
and the Splendid Splinter. For a few dreamy dollars,The weight of being born into exile is lifted.
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