Covering the land—
shortcake, waffles, berries and cream
Cuts out of its width (81). Unfair
Where, as I discover as I go through
What? What can you do?
This perfection, this absence.
More beautiful than anything in this world.
At the white place of the road's vanishing
Absurdly, my eyes can only see the arc
In realms of dingy gloom and deep crevasse
Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have grasped
Appendices
Sought to contrive, intending to express
giddy as good kids playing hookey. Now,
With its lament, it often sounds, instead,
With sun's warmth wasted on a stone,
And melt the spirit; his mouth will distend
Is the moon to grow
And melt the spirit; his mouth will distend