A land of leaning ice
Hugged by plaster-grey arches of sky,
Flings itself silently
"Has no one come here to win you,
Or left you with the faintest blush
Upon your glittering breasts?
Have you no memories, O Darkly Bright?"
Cold-hushed, there is only the shifting of moments
That journey toward no Spring --
No birth, no death, no time nor sun
North Labrador: Hart Crane, from White Buildings (1926)
View of Makkovik and harbour at sunset: scanned from print by Verne Equinox, 1995
Hamilton Inlet: photo by Patrick Coutu, 2006