Subject: Brigitte

From: "herrick cilka" <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2007 18:08:51 +0100

The form sought for centuries by
XVI. Laying a Ghost: The Jeannette and the Fram
Choces, Mère and Père, undreaming even of fields
Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,
X. The British Attack on the Arctic
That desire has ever built, have approached
Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet painted
He is harsh, dismal, ice-that is, exiled;
Onto my frozen fingers.
Toward the still dab of white that oscillates
No name, no meaning. Oh my friends,
Centimeters-that the height of the canvas
Away from their profundity of surface.
Come, swallows, it's good-bye.
and the Splendid Splinter. For a few dreamy dollars,
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
More beautiful than anything in this world.
Escapees from the cold work of living,
Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,