Clear-voiced despite its years, strong, eloquent—
By the design of our own silent eyes
Only whirled snow heaped up by whirled snow,
II. Quest and Conquest
on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft caps
Where lamps are lit: these, too,
A rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.
The edge of that other square cut from the right
Right, and appears from here to be overcome
VI. Smeerenburg and the Whale-Oil Rush
Out of the picture of life, as it were, out
And off the white smoke swims
Of meaning like these—the world created by
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
In dense bare branches, or the ubiquitous
II. Quest and Conquest
And the worlds—skiffs rudderless, rolling on—
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
the foul pole relaxes. She's raged all afternoon
By the design of our own silent eyes
Only whirled snow heaped up by whirled snow,
II. Quest and Conquest
on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft caps
Where lamps are lit: these, too,
A rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.
The edge of that other square cut from the right
Right, and appears from here to be overcome
VI. Smeerenburg and the Whale-Oil Rush
Out of the picture of life, as it were, out
And off the white smoke swims
Of meaning like these—the world created by
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
In dense bare branches, or the ubiquitous
II. Quest and Conquest
And the worlds—skiffs rudderless, rolling on—
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
the foul pole relaxes. She's raged all afternoon
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