North Labrador

White Buildings

North Labrador

A land of leaning iceHugged by plaster-grey arches of sky,Flings itself silentlyInto eternity.

“Has no one come here to win you,Or left you with the faintest blushUpon your glittering breasts?Have you no memories, O Darkly Bright?”

Cold-hushed, there is only the shifting momentsThat journey toward no Spring -No birth, no death, no time nor sunIn answer.

from White Buildings (1926)