Unregeneracy

I am covered in earth,
dull haired, hope to be useful
but could fail at that.

Living three quarters of the way
to the edge of the world
where the sun
makes great arcs around
the border of the sky,

not able to smell
the flowers of the South
where winters
are soft,

could I drape
myself in white?
Can I be golden,
glistening sprays of myself
into the breeze,
exhale perfume?