Shelley

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Not so much of place as of renewed hope,
Are gliding toward me on the ice into
A rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.
Sought to contrive, intending to express
Sits at the limit of a kind of world
Seen. What you know is only manifest
Down the road, at Cypress Gardens, a woman
Covering the land—
And beyond, the same sound of bees
Alberti, Brunelleschi, Sangallo,
The surge of swirling wind defines
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
Against which we have been projected? What . . .
Against which we have been projected? What . . .
With its lament, it often sounds, instead,
XI. Franklin's Last Voyage
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
Sought to contrive, intending to express