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FOUR
VIII

some ask praise of their fellows
but i being otherwise
made compose curves
and yellows, angles or silences
to a less erring end)

myself is sculptor of
your body’s idiom:
the musician of your wrists;
the poet who is afraid
only to mistranslate

a rhythm in your hair,
(your fingertips
the way you move)
the way you move)the

painter of your voice—
beyond these elements

remarkably nothing is. . . .therefore,lady
am i content should any
by me carven thing provoke
your gesture possibly or

any painting (for its own

reason)in your lips
slenderly should create one least smile
(shyly
if a poem should lift to
me the distinct country of your
eyes, gifted with green twilight)

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