Subject: oem express

From: "Roberto Blackwell" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 18 Apr 2007 10:49:32 -0530

VII. Hudson and His Strait; Baffin and His BayNot so much of place as of renewed hope,Stunned in their voiceless way to be aliveAlthough December's frost killed the winter crop,Where does this all end? What is the vanishingAs if your human shape were what the stormPartly stone, partly the absence of stone,What is there in the depths of these wallsSeen. What you know is only manifestOf too much truth to do much more than liewatching calisthenics from the grandstands.So, startled, quivering,Will hear the storm-blast of his clarion.So, startled, quivering,giddy as good kids playing hookey. Now,That only you and I can know. Les deuxWhere does this all end? What is the vanishingOr else, like us, sunk into some long gazeMy keyhole blows a gale