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Who comes here, to this whiteness,
this far and frozen place, in search of something
he cannot name? Not wealth, it may be,
but a fortune of the spirit, a freshness
denied him in the place he came from.
The North glitters and brightens,
the land grows dark again,
and the fugitive glow from a gas mantle
lights the shadows.
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John Haines
Former poet laureate of Alaska
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