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Show TOLTEC LOVE SONG Summers drain from the painted bowl... do you remember cry of the sacred bird in the torn vine whose gourds, dryer than ungathered dreams, were dancing four corners of fire? ...I remember your sharpened word when I was lost in the nightfall of your hair. Do you remember wind preying the salt marshes, priest hands over the stained high step to heaven, or serpents feathering the slow ascent of dawn... the waiting god? ...I think of the quivering day-star of your face, your mouth opened more to morning than to me. Pyramid, the years are temple to that shining lord who fathered you, who daily masters you as I could not- yet how you blossomed over my upraised arms, your heart one brief, bright yielding! ...Where you are now, do you remember? You must remember'- never may I forget I- now you walk to meet the sun, I answered you proud request: in my own pride |