Mère and Père Chose are walking away from the
In dense bare branches, or the ubiquitous
And beyond, the same sound of bees
The surge of swirling wind defines
XVI. Laying a Ghost: The Jeannette and the Fram
At San Biagio, in the most intense room
Away from their profundity of surface.
Given by nature will soak into it.
and preening, dancing on the basepaths,
At the white place of the road's vanishing
Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have grasped
Between the high and the low, in this night.
Thinking of your abiding spirit brings
Down the road, at Cypress Gardens, a woman
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
Before those virile women!
A salamander scuttles across the quiet
But when, on the timepieces that we call