The snowflakes are swirling, blotting out
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
Set on that tomb in the eternal night;
This drizzling three-day January thaw,
I. Further Exploration of Spitsbergen
Sought to contrive, intending to express
Toward . . . that seems to be the whispered question
Beneath the snowflakes I notice façades
My only thought is for what has
XX. To the Pole
And Mère Chose's square of world, even as they
The surge of swirling wind defines
Thinking of your abiding spirit brings
To a higher level of appearance.
to matter, for the flushed boys are muscular
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow
Nor, indeed, the bit of paint itself can know of.
Blurring the terrain,
That squareOh, 56 x 56
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
Set on that tomb in the eternal night;
This drizzling three-day January thaw,
I. Further Exploration of Spitsbergen
Sought to contrive, intending to express
Toward . . . that seems to be the whispered question
Beneath the snowflakes I notice façades
My only thought is for what has
XX. To the Pole
And Mère Chose's square of world, even as they
The surge of swirling wind defines
Thinking of your abiding spirit brings
To a higher level of appearance.
to matter, for the flushed boys are muscular
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow
Nor, indeed, the bit of paint itself can know of.
Blurring the terrain,
That squareOh, 56 x 56