Eight Harvard Poets/Crepuscule

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CREPUSCULE

I WILL wade out
                    till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                   Alive
                                          with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                    in the sleeping curves of my
body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                        Will I complete the mystery
of my flesh
I will rise
            After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
          And set my teeth in the silver of the moon