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28 Tourniquet Ah! What lightning is this? What osprey? What tanglewood ? In severing himself from his past, the green bear sliced through an artery. The medicos wondered that he was still alive. They gathered ’round and proposed this remedy and that. The green bear was bleeding to death. The green bear made a tourniquet out of one of his poems , and stopped the bleeding. Now he limped along, slowly, this scrivener, sovereign of the behest; so that he lived to be as old as the cities, while piping down the woodlands wild, piping down the everglades; and all the time his great friend Lycidas was lost at sea. So be it; in the altitudes one cannot always predict the freshets; in a satrap one cannot be sure of the grail; in a fleecing, beware, as he shouldered the bricks like a hod carrier. These were the pyrotechnics of a green bear, lost in the curvature of the earth. 01.Poems.1-64_Fried.indd฀฀฀28 11/28/05฀฀฀12:33:19฀PM ...

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