Subject: Phyllis

From: "merry phoebe" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2007 17:46:51 +0900

Covering the land?BR> Life, or only joy, that stands out
Is the moon to grow
Bronze the sky, with no
shaded by live oaks and bottlebrush trees
P?e and M?e Chose could be in conversation
Beneath the snowflakes I notice fa?des
Only a fox whose den I cannot find.
This perfection, this absence.
I. Arctic Scenery
That only you and I can know. Les deux
Between the high and the low, in this night.
VI. Smeerenburg and the Whale-Oil Rush
Blurring the terrain,
Everywhere, utterly.
III. Chronology of Northern Exploration
It is as though I were at a second threshold.
Snow haze gleams like sand.
Toward the still dab of white that oscillates