II. Quest and Conquest
Still has to be intoned, as in a lonely
And up there I cannot tell if it is still
Cuts out of its width (81). Unfair
Standing in the way of the truth. A white
In Florida, it's strawberry season—
Onto my frozen fingers.
Reshaping magnified, each risen flake
From there. Toward . . .
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
And half-starved foxes shake and paw
with visors. Their brave recreational vehicles
V. The Dutch in the Arctic