From point to point of meaning open? closed?
III. Chronology of Northern Exploration
And the wide arrowhead the road itself
Traces of those deep cuts lie thickly upon
Of a far barn, just where the road curves sharply
Late February, and the air’s so balmy
with visors. Their brave recreational vehicles
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
To a higher level of appearance.
into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard
With my foot the supple ball, for perhaps
Where, as I discover as I go through
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form.
I do not betray you, I still go forward,
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form
demonstrating their talent for comedy stroke
More beautiful than anything in this world.
(Our fortitude grows dim in
XVII. Greenland