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Montana Lake Sequence
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Montana Lake Sequence
1/ East Rosebud Lake I’ve always loved the slant of her hips in darkness or any kind of light, morning or evening, dawn, midday, dusk, in light of the fox, the mountain thrush— in light of all the waxwing daytime midnight fun, in light of her happiness, in light of the sun. 2/ Emerald Lake With you and me, a certain subtle but important touching atones for our frailty and the unbidden acts of cruelty we find so difficult to overcome. Kindness and water, a kiss and laughter, the light above your hips and what comes after. 3/ Lake At The Falls I have my own burdens, I tried to tell you. But your burdens, you said, burden me and make me dead. How can I hear? God heal my eyes of other women and familiar lies the bane of men the bosom sigh the mist and rock the heavenly eye. 4/ Mystic Lake She did look, she said, closely at another, a kind of friend and would be lover, and after the sun went down I said, with her shoulders aslant, her arms about her, I can’t blame you, I’m no prize. My shadow in her dustflower eyes is what makes us weep falling into each other before we sleep. |
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