Jimmie

XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
Appendices
Glimmering of light:
Seized from creation by nonentity,
II. Quest and Conquest
But snow has gathered there, has piled up,
In search of brighter green to come. No way!
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
Not so much of place as of renewed hope,
Comes up with as a means to its own end.
Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet painted
Along the walls are only empty niches,
VI. Smeerenburg and the Whale-Oil Rush
In dense bare branches, or the ubiquitous
Shadows keep piling up as surfaces
Oh you builders,
In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,
Life, or only joy, that stands out
The ordinary, wide scene which begins