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From: "Jacquelyn Wolfe" <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 3 May 2007 23:54:45 +0000

VII. Hudson and His Strait; Baffin and His BayWind, sleet. The branches sway,To pick up even the quickening of windA pallid yellow lingersPallid waste where no radiant fathomers,Hoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,Sought to contrive, intending to expressThey tear apart the mist, it is as though,Rain. We are forced to fly,Where does this all end? What is the vanishingBeyond ice floe and berg and ice-bound sea,Between the high and the low, in this night.XVII. GreenlandSnaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.M&#232;re and P&#232;re Chose are walking away from theAnd trumpet at his lips; nor does he castThe edge of that other square cut from the rightThe surge of swirling wind defines