Of meaning like these—the world created by
XIV. Franz Josef Land: The Amazing Drift of the Tegetthoff
Centimeters—that the height of the canvas
I seek, above all, in the wandering
Yes. You'd want that said, (if you
XII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin Search
I bring down a bit of its light
The winged winds, captives of that age-old foe
Life, or only joy, that stands out
Would their world not remain comfortably
XI. Franklin's Last Voyage
Away, my songs, must we go
The pain of being born into matter.
What? What can you do?
Away from their profundity of surface.
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
to try that, to hold a terrifying beast
Your gloved hands covering your lips' good-bye
Of a far barn, just where the road curves sharply