Against which we have been projected? What . . .End of the comedy.That square—Oh, 56 x 56Oh you builders,Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
The winged winds, captives of that age-old foePlace of absorbing snow, itself to bewith visors. Their brave recreational vehiclesToward . . . that seems to be the whispered questionI. Arctic SceneryCascading snowflakes settle in the pines,Life, or only joy, that stands outI seek, above all, in the wandering