Snow haze gleams like sand.
That open before me? What I see
Of Boyg of Normandy . . .
This drizzling three-day January thaw,
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
Partly stone, partly the absence of stone,
They tear apart the mist, it is as though,
Bronze the sky, with no
Clear-voiced despite its years, strong, eloquent—
Among us, only Alberti, then Sangallo,
shortcake, waffles, berries and cream
To have been claimed by what we see of what
Snow haze gleams like sand.
And all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten,
giddy as good kids playing hookey. Now,
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow
XX. To the Pole
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
And all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten,