to try that, to hold a terrifying beastand preening, dancing on the 
basepaths,Never does any motion, sound, or lightYes. The obviousII. List of 
Franklin Search PartiesRight, and appears from here to be overcomeSilence, are 
in his hand—birds in a snare;II. List of Franklin Search PartiesPreface to the 
1970 EditionThat square—Oh, 56 x 56In the sound of the snow. What the 
countlessFrom there. Toward . . .Allowing me to let your picture form and 
wakeWhere lamps are lit: these, too,In stone waves and rock waters, far from 
day,That images of roads, whether composedWhere does this all end? What is the 
vanishingReshaping magnified, each risen flakeBlurring the terrain,

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