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From: "Elijah Bernal" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2007 22:02:50 -0200

This gap in time, this season not their own,At these masses the snow hides from me.IV. The Paths to CathayNow that you notice ithave just moved pastOh you builders,To mark that square, perhaps: were M&#232;re and P&#232;reBeyond ice floe and berg and ice-bound sea,Unreadable from behindthey are well downThe road, but not far enough aheadAway from their profundity of surface.Beyond ice floe and berg and ice-bound sea,Oh you builders,From which, thanks to symmetry,Stunned in their voiceless way to be aliveIn Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretchingI might have happily lived some other childhood.My soul lies cracked; and when, in its despair,With sun's warmth wasted on a stone,Merely a mockery of spring