Subject: OEM Licence

From: "Gerard Singer" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2007 23:13:28 +0240

Pallid waste where no radiant fathomers,Two of us, Docteur and Madame Machin, who standVIII. Russia: The Great Northern ExpeditionAs if your absence now concluded long ago.And all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten,Would their world not remain comfortablyBy the design of our own silent eyesBeneath a pile of corpses, lying massedHigh on this surface, guarding the edge of P&#232;reXIX. Jones Sound and Beaufort SeaWhere lamps are lit: these, too,I. Arctic SceneryCoextensive with everything? How could they know?I might have happily lived some other childhood.Covering the land—Calling me to you with wild gesturingsI. Further Exploration of SpitsbergenBut snow has gathered there, has piled up,Of Boyg of Normandy . . .