Winter 1958 • Vol. XX No. 1 Poetry |

Mishap

Smash! the blue fragments scatter like pierced birds around, and for shamed minutes after the clutched unbroken pitcher screams to his startled eyeball. The hand of Ganymede withdraws, protests the sudden error; his fair-formed feet avoid the pricks of the disaster. But, though the pitcher shatters shrill on the marble floor. the crimson liquid of the cluster hangs unspilled nor marred above Jove's awkward boy.

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