XI. Franklin's Last Voyage Gray the cloud-like oaks The surge of swirling wind defines Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines, One flash of eye, or blow one clarion-blast; Its consciousness of my white consciousness, Point, after all, when finally one reaches Winds blow sharp, what then? Among us, only Alberti, then Sangallo, In white, in paint too representative Like some poor wounded wretch-long left for dead Is it almost honey, is it snow? Of a far barn, just where the road curves sharply Over the chilly dale. Left and right, and far ahead in the dusk. Stunned in their voiceless way to be alive VII. Hudson and His Strait; Baffin and His Bay By what it seems to have moved toward. In any Comes up with as a means to its own end. [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Apa yang dicari mungkin ada di sini: http://www.giantproduct.com dan http://www.bukusiber.com Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/E-sajak/ <*> Your email settings: Individual Email | Traditional <*> To change settings online go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/E-sajak/join (Yahoo! ID required) <*> To change settings via email: mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/
