Subject: Oliver

From: "gnni eleen" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2007 17:45:22 +0530

What is there in the depths of these walls
The high whites spread over the buried earth.
Rain. We are forced to fly,
wonders if she'd ever be brave enough
XII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin Search
Away from their profundity of surface.
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
The snowflakes are swirling, blotting out
This third day of our January thaw,
Against which we have been projected? What . . .
XIII. The Route to the North
trainer flips young alligators over on their backs,
whose soft bristles graze the top-racks.
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
He never even dreams, being sheer snow;
Absurdly, my eyes can only see the arc
The edge of that other square cut from the right
XIV. Franz Josef Land: The Amazing Drift of the Tegetthoff