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3Blind , mouth sealed, a face blazes On my pillow of cold ashes. 4No ! I kneel down, naked, and ask forgiveness. A cold drizzle blows into the room, And my shoulders flinch to the bone. You have nothing to do with us. Sleep on. IN MEMORY OF LEOPARDI I have gone past all those times when the poets Were beautiful as only The rich can be. The cold bangles Of the moon grazed one of my shoulders, And so to this day, And beyond, I carry The sliver of a white city, the barb of a jewel In my left clavicle that hunches. Tonight I sling A scrambling sack of oblivions and lame prayers On my right good arm. The Ohio River Has flown by me twice, the dark jubilating Isaiah of mill and smoke marrow. Blind son Of a meadow of huge horses, lover of drowned islands Above Steubenville, blind father Of my halt gray wing: Now I limp on, knowing The moon strides behind me, swinging The scimitar of the divinity that struck down The hunchback in agony When he saw her, naked, carrying away his last sheep Through the Asian rocks. 160 ...

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