| Tony Leuzzi |
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| Grimm's Metaphysics Each night twelve sisters dance their lissome dance With men who wait in boats beneath the ground To carry them across a lake, the distance Closed in silence. First they waltz. Then a round Of movements without name. Their nimble feet, Swept up with turns and counter turns, have wrought Sweet violence on their shoes, and when the sheet Of night is lifted like a blanket, thought Folds back. Above the ground, each second drones-- They curse the sun, yawn in the wind, and shift Like lead (for all the dancing's taxed their bones). They swear that they were carried there like drift Wood on that silent lake. But the men deep Underground turn down their boats and fall asleep. |
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