In the Eskimo snow house
Burning a lamp
Whale lamp
It was burning thickly
Shaking a thick shadow
Shaking sleepy oars and homemade clocks
Eskimo
He is young and the sun never shines
Over his head
Bless him, for his brown beard
He can only lie down seriously
White bear skin, listen to the ice
How to burst in the distance
Shiny fragments, sliding in the storm
He's thinking about life
His wife
The wearer's favorite glass bead string
From high, pile
Just exchanged clothes
Throw it on him
Buried his powerful and slow questions
He has only her
Themselves, and the slightly shaking Arctic Ocean
A whale lamp