Straight into the mirror you pull off your shirt, cover your hand with a white glove, and with an easy looking motion, touch your breast. You feel what you already knew: A rumble of Roman Colosseum, lions, slaves, and the …

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From the sequence titled “The Book of Pilgrimage”   You are what is to come, a great sunrise above the levels of eternity. You are the cock’s cry ending timeless night. The dew, the morning matins, and the maid, The …

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