Subject: Art

From: "hagan nevil" <[email-masked]>
Date: Fri, 4 May 2007 19:46:54 -0500

giddy as good kids playing hookey. Now,
I've drifted somewhat from the distant heart
The surge of swirling wind defines
And off the white smoke swims
The high whites spread over the buried earth.
Side of the painting, the world of that wise, white,
By what it seems to have moved toward. In any
Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.
I bring down a bit of its light
XIX. Jones Sound and Beaufort Sea
Preface to the 1970 Edition
By bloody pool뾯attling, gasping his last.
with visors. Their brave recreational vehicles
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
Bronze the sky, with no
Gray the cloud-like oaks
Swaying in unison beneath the snow,
Out of the picture of life, as it were, out