Fred

Calling me to you with wild gesturings
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
"Be off!" say Winter's snows;
And off the white smoke swims
Down the road, at Cypress Gardens, a woman
Blurring the terrain,
IV. The Paths to Cathay
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
Are gliding toward me on the ice into
That this mud draws on the stone.
XI. Franklin's Last Voyage
Of observation lying on the ground
Toward something that the world is pointing toward
Side of the painting, the world of that wise, white,
What is there in the depths of these walls
Out of the road into a way across
Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air
Between the high and the low, in this night.
A pallid yellow lingers