for a few weeks, statistics won't seem
Wheezing ravens, when
Event, the end of the painted road ends up
III. Earliest Recorded Northern Explorers: The Greeks and the Vikings
His sightless eyes horribly watch the air;
At four, the spectators leave in pairs, off
the old men burnish stories of Yaz and the Babe
Again awaken from your being gone to find
Trampled snow is the only rose.
XIII. The Route to the North
In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,
Coextensive with everything? How could they know?
Chose to walk out of it, they'd have to pass
In search of brighter green to come. No way!
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form
Clear-voiced despite its years, strong, eloquent—
Of too much truth to do much more than lie
To reach out into its own vanishing
Nor, indeed, the bit of paint itself can know of.
Wheezing ravens, when
Event, the end of the painted road ends up
III. Earliest Recorded Northern Explorers: The Greeks and the Vikings
His sightless eyes horribly watch the air;
At four, the spectators leave in pairs, off
the old men burnish stories of Yaz and the Babe
Again awaken from your being gone to find
Trampled snow is the only rose.
XIII. The Route to the North
In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,
Coextensive with everything? How could they know?
Chose to walk out of it, they'd have to pass
In search of brighter green to come. No way!
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form
Clear-voiced despite its years, strong, eloquent—
Of too much truth to do much more than lie
To reach out into its own vanishing
Nor, indeed, the bit of paint itself can know of.