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In Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretching
Stunned in their voiceless way to be alive
with visors. Their brave recreational vehicles
XIV. Franz Josef Land: The Amazing Drift of the Tegetthoff
And off the white smoke swims
And trumpet at his lips; nor does he cast
Floating on the sky.
—Now that you notice it—have just moved past
Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,
I bring down a bit of its light
XVI. Laying a Ghost: The Jeannette and the Fram
Wind, sleet. The branches sway,
And the worlds—skiffs rudderless, rolling on—
Blurring the terrain,
For any part of them we can make out
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
At these masses the snow hides from me.
And still my mind goes groping in the mud to bring
They tear apart the mist, it is as though,