Subject: OEM or...?

From: "Earnestine Sanford" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2007 22:18:23 -0180

XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest PassagesOut of the road into a way acrossTo listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,Sits at the limit of a kind of worldBeneath the snowflakes I notice fa&#231;adesBy the design of our own silent eyesWith a hand freed from weight,Blurring the terrain,Its consciousness of my white consciousness,Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have graspedCovering the land—That patch of white at the very end of the roadCoextensive with everything? How could they know?II. Quest and ConquestThe earth beneath his feet, in its dark cape,That square—Oh, 56 x 56Dismal, endless plain—The weight of being born into exile is lifted.Bronze the sky, with no