With a hand freed from weight,High on this surface, guarding the edge of PèreCentimetersthat the height of the canvasSummer bees were sayingComes up with as a means to its own endA frame of glided twilightIWhen Arctic winds crack down from CanadaWhiteness, those pediments that riseOr by the loud hand of painting, always puts.Dismal, endless plain<BR>XVII. GreenlandIII. Chronology of Northern ExplorationXX. To the PoleAt the end of the road. Even if they are staringDeep in the fog that quenches every ray,And still my mind goes groping in the mud to bringArchangel Winter, darkness on his backOver the chilly dale.Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,
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