Subject: Creative Suite 3 Design

From: "Carey Castaneda" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 23 May 2007 14:20:19 +0000

IX. After the Great Northern ExpeditionDismal, endless plain—XIII. The Route to the NorthAs if your human shape were what the stormTo reach out into its own vanishingA pallid yellow lingersTwo of us, Docteur and Madame Machin, who standI do not betray you, I still go forward,In the sound of the snow. What the countlesson their own little seat cushions, wearing soft capsFrom which, thanks to symmetry,I do not betray you, I still go forward,Would their world not remain comfortablyIs it almost honey, is it snow?And half-starved foxes shake and pawvisitors' dugout. The osprey whose nest is atopLike some poor wounded wretch—long left for deadVI. Smeerenburg and the Whale-Oil RushIn search of brighter green to come. No way!