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Daphne & Apollo: Meditations 1. Beneath a hood of leaves, spiced Daphne in her escape, the jugular body of a woman silent his fingers She stood shuttered, let none to the bark edges, that no breeze would sound how her pinions grooved the earth push to new heavens—
2. She noticed first the looseness of the skin, never opened, emptied, sutured shut again, She wondered, if she had arms to move, would it be more than taking Apollo— tightened, offered nothing;
3. This was the time-edged terror of having it, But Apollo could only love her; The voice was new— and it was not a chase: no lunging cries for a fatal discus to strike him, which asked nothing. |
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