Subject: Dan

From: "freddy guido" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2007 14:32:33 +0200

Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
Through the back of the picture at the patch of white
Dismal, endless plain-
More beautiful than anything in this world.
What? What can you do?
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow
Yes. The obvious
She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
Away from their profundity of surface.
Nor, indeed, the bit of paint itself can know of.
With its lament, it often sounds, instead,
How bittersweet it is, on winter's night,
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
From there. Toward . . .
Point, after all, when finally one reaches
they sit with their wives all day in the sun,
Covering the land-