demonstrating their talent for comedy—stroke
XVII. Greenland
More beautiful than anything in this world.
The winged winds, captives of that age-old foe
The winter road from the St. Simeon farm
A matter of getting all that right . . .
Down the road, at Cypress Gardens, a woman
Trampled snow is the only rose.
XIX. Jones Sound and Beaufort Sea
In Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretching
That neither the motionless farm couple trudging
The high whites spread over the buried earth.
It's snowing, it's returning to a town
And I would like
IX. After the Great Northern Expedition
shortcake, waffles, berries and cream
And so I gaze avidly
Two of us, Docteur and Madame Machin, who stand
Given by nature will soak into it
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