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To: Elmer Flugum who wrote (7442)	5/20/2001 3:53:33 PM
From: HG	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13020

Oh never mind....! lol Next time I'll make sure there is no tiger skin or fur anywhere near her....<g>

To: Elmer Flugum who wrote (7442)	5/23/2001 1:19:48 AM
From: Volsi Mimir	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13020

MIDDLE OF THE WAY ~Galway Kinnell 1. I wake in the night, An old ache in the shoulder blades. I lie amazed under the trees That creak a little in the dark, The giant trees of the world. I lie on earth the way Flames lie in the woodpile, Or as an imprint, in sperm, of what is to be. I love the earth, and always In its darknesses I am a stranger. 2. 6 A.M. Water frozen again. Melted it and made tea. Ate the last orange. Refreshed by a long sleep. The trail practically indistinguishable under 8" of snow. 9:30AM Snow up to my knees in places. Sweat begins freezing under my shirt when I stop to rest. The woods are filled, anyway, with the windy noise of the first streams. 10:30 A.M. The sun at last. The snow starts to melt off the boughs at once, falling with little ticking sounds. Mist clouds are lying in the valleys. 11:45 A.M. Slow, glittering breakers roll in on the beaches ten miles away, very blue and calm. Odd to see it while sitting in snow. 12 noon. An inexplicable sense of joy, as if some happy news had been transmitted to me directly, bypassing the brain. 2 P.M. From the top of Gauldy I looked back into Hebo valley. Castle Rock sticks into a cloud. A cool breeze comes up from the valley, it is a fresh, earthly wind and tastes of snow and trees. It is not like those transcendental breezes that make the heart ache. It brings happiness. 2:30 P.M. Lost the trail. A woodpecker watches me wade through the snow trying to locate it. The sun has gone back of the trees. 3:10 P.M. Still hunting for the trail. Getting cold. From an elevation I have an open view of the SE, a world of timberless, white hills, rolling, weirdly wrinkled. Above them a pale half moon. 3:45 P.m. Going on by map and compass. I saw a deer a minute ago, he fled touching down every fifteen feet or so. 7:30 P.m. Made camp near the head of Alder Creek. Trampled a bed into the snow and filled it with boughs. Concocted a little fire in the darkness. Ate beans. A slug or two of whisky burnt my throat. The night very clear. Very cold. That half moon is up there and a lot of stars have come out among the treetops. The fire has fallen to coals. 3. The coals go out, The last smoke weaves up Losing itself in the stars. This is my first night to lie In the uncreating dark. In the heart of a man There sleeps a green worm That has spun the heart about itself, And that shall dream itself black wings One day to break free into the beautiful black sky, I leave my eyes open, I lie here and forget our life, All I see is we float out Into the emptiness, among the great stars, On this little vessel without lights. I know that I love the day, The sun on the mountain, the Pacific Shiny and accomplishing itself in breakers, But I know I live half alive in the world, I know half my life belongs to the wild darkness. [a poem from oregon]