Subject: Minnie

From: "georgine shanon" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 5 May 2007 09:09:54 +0900

I draw near to one of them, the lowest,
XVII. Greenland
Everywhere, utterly.
XII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin Search
for a few weeks, statistics won't seem
This third day of our January thaw,
Wide, whited fields, a way unframed at last
Would their world not remain comfortably
What I have in my hands, these flowers, these shadows,
Summer bees were saying
I. Further Exploration of Spitsbergen
Swaying in unison beneath the snow,
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
Against which we have been projected? What . . .
Preface to the 1970 Edition
then takes a step back, to be safe as she reaches.
Of Boyg of Normandy . . .
Billows the fog, cloaks
"Now it's my turn to sing!"