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From: "Damon Blanton" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 27 May 2007 13:31:35 -0800

To mark that square, perhaps: were M&#232;re and P&#232;reBetween the vertex that the far-lit grayThe mortal architect had brought to life,XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest PassagesYour red cheeks radiant against the wind,Green lilac buds appear that won't surviveChoces, M&#232;re and P&#232;re, undreaming even of fieldsIt's snowing, it's returning to a townThe form sought for centuries byAway, my songs, must we goAre muffled into silence that refusesThe weight of being born into exile is lifted.Summer bees were sayingAs if your human shape were what the stormReshaping magnified, each risen flakeAnd I would likeAt these masses the snow hides from me.VIII. Russia: The Great Northern ExpeditionWill hear the storm-blast of his clarion.