Academic journal article Transactions of the American Philosophical Society

Antique

Academic journal article Transactions of the American Philosophical Society

Antique

Article excerpt

It doesn't happen these days, the retinal shock when

one of them slips by, shoots

a glance, is gone-We were singed but

kept breathing. They don't

appear after childhood. But

if he were to shiver into view, that

other one-lowercase kouros, lithe-

if he were to slide into sunlight here,

it would be on such a day: silver flakes

brisking in the woods as wind

whisks off mists and rainspatter, bark

ignites, birches sway: he can only step

from deepest shade. Do we have

darks enough to afford him

light? Over the pond, it's bronze, a Mycenaean

blade, black light smelted, that cleaves

sky from water, cirrus from leaf: he'd rise

froze the gash, the core

of arterial night. He knows

the weight and lightness of a sword, how one flesh falls

from another, and both are true as he stands

in his gleam of rain, godsweat, oil. …

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