In realms of dingy gloom and deep crevasse
Looms in the air, deliberate and slow,
Thinking of your abiding spirit brings
This perfection, this absence.
In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,
It is as though I were at a second threshold.
demonstrating their talent for comedy—stroke
So you can watch me watch uplifted snow
Blurring the terrain,
Sought to contrive, intending to express
Right, and appears from here to be overcome
>From there. Toward . . .
My soul lies cracked; and when, in its despair,
Stars, the last day, endless and centerless,
Away from their profundity of surface.
Against this sky no longer of our world.
on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft caps
XVI. Laying a Ghost: The Jeannette and the Fram
By what it seems to have moved toward. In any