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Pastimes : A Poetry Corner -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Cheeky Kid who wrote (145)	12/14/1998 1:15:00 PM
From: Rainy_Day_Woman	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1582

it was so beautiful here this morning, the landscape looked surreal, thick with frost and fog..... so i walked in it to experience it and make it mine The Mist I am the mist, the impalpable mist. Back of the thing you seek. My arms are long, Long as the reach of time and space. Some toil and toil, believing, Looking now and again on my face, Catching a vital, olden glory. But no one passes me, I tangle and snare them all. I am the cause of the Sphinx, The voiceless, baffles, patient Sphinx. I was at the first of things, I will be at the last. I am the primal mist And no man passes me; My long impalpable arms Bar them all. Carl Sandburg