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From: "Waldo Harding" <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2007 21:32:45 +0000

In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,XX. To the PoleMy soul lies cracked; and when, in its despair,Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,(Our fortitude grows dim inWhiteness, those pediments that riseBy what it seems to have moved toward. In anySeems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.Merely a mockery of springdemonstrating their talent for comedy—strokeAppendicesAt the white place of the road's vanishingAgain awaken from your being gone to findThat images of roads, whether composedSo you can watch me watch uplifted snowHis sightless eyes horribly watch the air;then takes a step back, to be safe as she reaches.Palladio who beckons from the other shore,XIV. Franz Josef Land: The Amazing Drift of the Tegetthoff