“Even when I danced erect
by the Nile’s garden
I constructed Necropolis.
Ten million fellaheen cells
of my body floated stones

In the mid August, in the second
of my First Polar Expedition, the
almost upon us, Kantiuk and I
attempted to dash the sledge
along Crispin Bay, searching agai

Fifteen years ago his heart
infarcted and he stopped smoking.
At eighty he trembled
like a birch but remained vigorous
and acute.

All winter your brute shoulders st
and steerhide over the ash hames,
sledges of cordwood for drying thr
for the Glenwood stove next winter
In April you pulled cartloads of

Women with hats like the rear ends
applauded you, my poems.
These are the women whose husbands
who close briefcases and ask, “Wha
I look in their eyes, I tell them