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| POETRY |
| POETRY |
| by MALLORY |
| by MALLORY |
| We danced on the lattice All interlaced and glowing, We danced on the lattice Slow and graceful as smoke. And when she called to me, I took her hand And we raced light through the maze And at the end of infinity We danced on the lattice, Until he caught up to us, Slow and graceful as smoke. |
| When Pan had piped for the required time and no maidens joined him in the glen, he stuck a flower into his beard and smiled away off into sleep. |
| I laughed. We both laughed together. The gladiator and the carpenter laughing in the alley waiting for the trumpet call. And then he must go in to fight, to meet the young lions and the young men. He tells me to wait for him by the south gate and he will soon be out again-- a half day-- with fresh blood on his sword of men and lions. And he always comes out again onto the dusty street and we laugh again and go off and get wine and the young, sweet women from the Tribune’s kitchen. With the muscles standing out on his arms and legs he swings them through the air, each in turn, and we laugh the four of us together. This is how it has always been. |
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| Under the moon coming out and viewing us, we exalt our youth and strength and fling it to the stars further and wider and growing ever greater grasping all the land between the northern hills, rolling southward forever and splashing to the sea. No one, not one of all of you, can see us and not grow greater with us. No one, not the gods, even they cannot avoid the irresistible force and roll southward to the sea. Apollo will fly up and see us sleeping in the grove our common breath swaying the grass swirling outwardly spiraling singing along the ground rising up into the trees into the air rising to catch Apollo and make him sing throughout the sky. And we laughed in the alley waiting for the trumpet calling him from the dusty street. He tells me to wait for him by the south gate and he will soon be out again. |
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