Nuuk
Nuuk
The sun seems never quite to set here in summer.
It must be that it never quite rises in winter.
A good part of the year then must be one long day,
Another one long night.
What does it mean that, in flying over Nuuk,
I am doing violence to Nuuk?
If the ice sheets melt — when the ice sheets melt —
Nuuk will be under water, and then
It will always be
Night in Nuuk, even in summer.