The winged winds, captives of that age-old foe
Hoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,
Along the walls are only empty niches,
Out of the picture of life, as it were, out
XVI. Laying a Ghost: The Jeannette and the Fram
Sits at the limit of a kind of world
Mère and Père Chose are walking away from the
"Be off!" say Winter's snows;
The snowflakes are swirling, blotting out
at balls hit again and again toward her offspring.
Where, as I discover as I go through
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
Calling me to you with wild gesturings
With a hand freed from weight,
Oh you builders,
Writhing their stunted limbs,
Of too much truth to do much more than lie
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
Calling me to you with wild gesturings
Hoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,
Along the walls are only empty niches,
Out of the picture of life, as it were, out
XVI. Laying a Ghost: The Jeannette and the Fram
Sits at the limit of a kind of world
Mère and Père Chose are walking away from the
"Be off!" say Winter's snows;
The snowflakes are swirling, blotting out
at balls hit again and again toward her offspring.
Where, as I discover as I go through
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
Calling me to you with wild gesturings
With a hand freed from weight,
Oh you builders,
Writhing their stunted limbs,
Of too much truth to do much more than lie
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
Calling me to you with wild gesturings