savorer of `infant clams' and campestris, among the opulence, `the look of bright everlastingness' but continue what's become obvious, greens overlapping soberly, whitening sky, stationary August. stubble stalks leaning among the clods, nearby, and red light fl ickering in the distance, on the blue fl ats where they're burning off the cattails in the sloughs, be forsaken?' -- I'm on my way up to a wind-swept place of darkness, snow, and some lights, and further on a granite cave, icy water on its walls black fl ecked with white and pink, the good lair dark I dream to; start down fresh from. |