Nov 132013
It was altogether a land of summer, untroubled,
Mild in the mystery of distances unassailed--
Bristling with pines, ferocious badgers, fiercer minks,
Cougars, claws, jays of harshest tongue.

Too much each new sound pursued... a hollowness,
A blank at their back like an unsigned check,
Wordless cries marking each new-discovered bay 
And pinkening, unascended peak, X and X.

Did adventure hoard a meaning of its own
Beyond the fatal diagrams of Cordoba's maps,
Those candles intensely gathered, that pointed beard and hand?
In the blanco moonlight, drained of meaning,

Stoats in dampened bushes paused, and then stirred.

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