Jun 13 2012

Spam Poem

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This was at the bottom of a viagra e-mail I just got:

whose soft bristles graze the top-racks.
Are muffled into silence that refuses
Close at the end of distance the two Chose
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
The ordinary, wide scene which begins
III. Chronology of Northern Exploration
Right, and appears from here to be overcome
Not so much of place as of renewed hope,
Silent patch of ultimate paint. You are
Life, or only joy, that stands out
The earth beneath his feet, in its dark cape,
I do not betray you, I still go forward,
To reach out into its own vanishing
Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,
Only a whiter absence to my mind,
Place of absorbing snow, itself to be
A pallid yellow lingers
And the wide arrowhead the road itself
Billows the fog, cloaks

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