Set on that tomb in the eternal night;
He terrifies the Vast, he seems so wild;
Sits at the limit of a kind of world
Introduction by Vilhjalmur Stefansson
Close at the end of distance the two Chose
XVII. Greenland
To have been claimed by what we see of what
Out of the picture of life, as it were, out
Of too much truth to do much more than lie
This gap in time, this season not their own,
To pick up even the quickening of wind
Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet painted
Hoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,