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megan
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she sits naked on a rock
a few yards out in the water.
he stands on the shore,
also naked, picking blueberries.
she calls. he turns. she opens
her legs showing him her great beauty,
and smiles, a bow of lips
seeming to tie together
the ends of the earth.
splashing her image
to pieces, he wades out
and stands before her, sunk
to the anklebones in leaf-mush
and bottom-slime- the intimacy
of the visible world. he puts
a berry in its shirt
of mist into her mouth.
she swallows it. over the lake
two swallows whim, juke, jink,
and when one snatches
an insect they both whirl up
and exult. he is swollen
not with ichor but with blood.
she takes him and sucks him
more swollen. he kneels, opens
the dark, vertical smile
linking heaven with the underneath
and licks her smoothest flesh more smooth.
on top of the rock they join.
somewhere a frog moans, a crow screams.
the hair of their bodies
startles up. they cry
in the tongue of the last gods,
who refused to go,
chose death, and shuddered
in joy and shattered in pieces,
bequeathing their cries
into the human mouth. now in the lake
two faces float, looking up
at a great maternal pine whose branches
open out in all directions
explaining everything.
-galway kinnell
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050726
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