Spring 1951 • Vol. XIII No. 2 Poetry |

Two Songs

I from the night oval of bed to oval of porcelain a leaf of water lifts you and in your morning bath your head floats on the water in the sun your head upon the water floats floats on the water in the sun shedding the night this bud by waters lifted tilts immaculate upon the lily pad of water in the morning sun your head floats unbudding on the water floats on the water in the sun   II satyr-eyed players of pipes shepherds will prance forth from your loins with wine-skins tilted to their lips oil of the olive in their veins and under their fingers red soil rocky islands are returning after slavic exile after americas of hoping but your blood is wild with olives and promises boys in goatskins piping down to the blue blue sea

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