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His foot was glowing in the dawn, and he wass only half-awake so he
couldn't move to touch it.

Either that or he had a wierd foot fetish.

Then there is Yeats' wonderful line:

Golden thighed Pythagoras

But that was a different part, and besides,
the Krutzsch is dead.

P.
----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Tabitha Arnesen" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Saturday, May 06, 2006 12:57 PM
Subject: Re: Song to the Opherian


> What a lovely poem!  Thanks very much Rick and Will.
>
> What does the 1st line mean?  Any clues?
>
> Tabitha
>
>
> > >
> > > Song to the Opherian
> > >
> > > The golden foot I may not kiss or clutch
> > > Glowed in the shadow of the bed
> > > Perhaps it does not come to very much
> > > This thought this ghost this pendulum in the head
> > > Swinging from life to death
> > > Bleeding between two lives
> > >         Waiting that touch.
> > >
> > > The wind sprang up and broke the bells,
> > > Is it a dream or something else
> > > When the surface of the blackened river
> > > Is a face that sweats with tears?
> > > I saw across the alien river
> > > The campfire shake the spears.
> > >
> > >
> > GUS KRUTZSCH
> > >
>
> >
>
>
>
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