Toward the still dab of white that oscillates
I. Further Exploration of Spitsbergen
And Mère Chose’s square of world, even as they
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow
Pallid waste where no radiant fathomers,
The paths of childhood.
And so I gaze avidly
Sought to contrive, intending to express
Wide, whited fields, a way unframed at last
Over the chilly dale.
Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
I draw near to one of them, the lowest,
And so I gaze avidly
He terrifies the Vast, he seems so wild;
That only you and I can know. Les deux
The face of a Quos ego),
Seen. What you know is only manifest
That patch of white at the very end of the road
Not daring to oppose

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