| Sandy McKinney |
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| Leda's Answer We have no other intercourse but love. A thousand headlines leave me mute as meat. My proudest syllables cannot repeat the pounding blood¹s unconscious knowledge of a sun¹s bright penetration. Far above the bookstalls and the banquets and the feet of seekers seeking solace in the street I spot the shrieking hawk,the battered dove, the disembowelled worm, the gasping fish, the dolphin leaping up a spray of glass, the shark¹s thin eye, a child¹s transcendent wish, the rustle of the roots beneath the grass. How shall I speak these things? I shield my sight. I faint. I die. I rise a shaft of light. |
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