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mercoledì, giugno 27, 2007

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X. The British Attack on the Arctic
Dismal, endless plain—
The surge of swirling wind defines
And the worlds—skiffs rudderless, rolling on—
Left and right, and far ahead in the dusk.
In search of brighter green to come. No way!
It's snowing, it's returning to a town
Against which we have been projected? What . . .
Is the moon to grow
Would their world not remain comfortably
Of meaning like these—the world created by
Yes. The obvious
on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft caps
They tear apart the mist, it is as though,
on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft caps
Dismal, endless plain—
Wide, whited fields, a way unframed at last
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
No name, no meaning. Oh my friends,

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