"Orpheus Agonlstes"
Its rivers have counted your estranged endurance
out of stone, and hosted Its right exaltment
into the plaintive enveloping of the sea.
You have embroiled the summer's light in the narrative air
drawn to the portage of a sorrow,
and enpastured the encoursed swaying of your heart
in the somewhat stilled reaches to dissolvements
embraced in golden curvetings and the dark.
The bloom on solstices of the paraded season
loosens the knitting of the waters to infer from them
the elocution of surrounds, and in that begetting air
its concordances weigh as if incantative
with hearts of other vastnesses, and take you into shadow from
the world.
William R. Leach (1954-1999)
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