Friday, March 13, 2009

Greenland Summer 1958

When Earth bows down,
And glacier weeps,
And fjord sends calvings
To the bay,
I wonder that a heart still keeps
The warmth a it once felt.
Far away.

I've looked my eyes out everywhere
For that cold smile and pensive stare,
And searched from Nord to Quinnervaat,
And believe now that the world is flat.
And, somehow, though who wish may scoff,
That one of us has fallen off.

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