The light foot hears you and the brightness begins
god-step at the margins of thought,
quick adulterous tread at the heart.
Who is it that goes there?
When I see your quick face
notes of an old music pace the air,
torso-reverberations of a Grecian lyre.
Opening of "A Poem Beginning with A Line By Pindar"
Robert Duncan
Image by Melody~s
It's good to be back. Keep swinging, I follow.
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