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Turn on your side and bear the day to me
Beloved, sceptre-struck, immured In the glass wall of sleep. Slowly Uncloud the borealis of your eye And show your iceberg secrets, your midnight prizes To the green-eyed world and to me. Sin Coils upward into thin air when you awaken And again morning announces amnesty over The serpent-kingdomed bed. Your mother Watched with as dove an eye the unforgivable night Sigh backward into innocence when you Set a bright monument in her amorous sea. Look down, Undine, on the trident that struck Sons from the rock of vanity. Turn in the world Sceptre-struck, spellbound, beloved, Turn in the world and bear the day to me. |