Summer 1965 • Vol. XXVII No. 3 Poetry |

Beyond Colonus

Widowed queens I leave in every town, crumpling kisses from their whirlwind skirts. At every curve my fortune lies in wait. At my back the sheriff biinks his light. All around the images spread like plagues: cats with women's faces jump in the sea; beneath my wheels a bearded man lies mangled like a childhood dream; a lady lovely in the breeze goes swinging through her rooms. Any king with mirror cracks my case: I am a man who drives like blind to doom. Every man's my father; my mother's any bed I choose—Tricks to tag the will and sink the blood like stone! On endless rides I race my role, screaming from this script: our dreams are true; our lives are bitter lies.

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