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How do the winter moths survive when other moths die What enables them to avoid freezing as they rest and what makes it possible for them to fly and so to seek food and mates in the cold	A
Bernd Heinrich Scientific American	B
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The Himalayas	C
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The room lies there immaculate bone light	D
on white walls shell pink carpet and pale too	E
are the wrists and hands of professors gathered	F
in the outer hall where behind darkness	C
and a mirror they can observe unseen	G
They were told high in the Himalayas	C
Buddhist monks thrive in sub zero cold	A
far too harsh for human life Suspended	H
in the deep grace of meditation they raise	I
their body heat and do not freeze to death	J
So five Tibetan monks have been flown	K
to Cambridge and the basement of Reed Hall	L
They sit now with crossed legs and slight smiles	M
and white sheets lap over their shoulders	N
like enfolded wings The sheets are wet	O
and drops of water trickle down the monks'	N
bare backs The professors wait patiently	P
but with the widened eyes of fathers	N
watching new babies in hospital cribs	N
Their aluminum clipboards rest gently	P
in their laps their pens are poised	Q
and in a well lit room in Cambridge	R
five Tibetan monks sit under heavy wet sheets	N
and steam begins to rise from their shoulders	N
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Burn Ward	S
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My friend speaks haltingly the syllables freezing	T
against the night air because the nurse's story	P
still possesses him the ease with which she tended	H
patients so lost in pain so mangled scarred and	U
abandoned in some arctic zone of uncharted suffering	T
that strangers stumbling onto the ward might	D
cry out rushing back to a world where the very air	V
did not grieve flesh Empathy was impossible	W
he said A kind of fog or frozen lake lay between her	X
and the patient far away Empathy was an insult	Y
to look into the eyes of the consumed and pretend	Z
I know It must have been this lake this vast	A2
glacial plain that she would never cross where	V
the patient waved in the blue gray distance	N
alone and trembling the way winter moths tremble	W
to warm themselves while she stood also alone	K
and freezing on the other side it must have been	B2
this unbearable cold that made her drive straight home	C2
one day sit down cross legged in the center of	D2
and empty garage pour the gasoline on like a balm	E2
and calmly strike a match like someone starting	T
a winter fire or lost and searching in the frozen dark	F2

B H Fairchild

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