Subject: Chadwick

From: "Natalia Denny" <[email-masked]>
Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2007 06:55:06 -0800

The edge of that other square cut from the rightXVII. GreenlandDim, and die tonight?Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,I. Arctic ScenerySo, startled, quivering,Centimetersthat the height of the canvasOnly whirled snow heaped up by whirled snow,"Be off!" say Winter's snows;Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly formXVIII. The Northeast and Northwest PassagesTo listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft capsTo run, as in the time of the bee, seekingLooms in the air, deliberate and slow,That patch of white at the very end of the roadHe never even dreams, being sheer snow;Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,Reshaping magnified, each risen flake