Classic Poem

When he married her he said:
" I need not look beyond
your beautiful black head,
nor deeper than your eyes. —
And when we two lie down
I'll prove the moon and sun
but spilth upon your thighs.

" And be paid and repaid
because my days are drab,
are hurried and afraid;
because I'm kept late
at taking stock and tab;
at grovel, lie, grab,
and promote what I hate. "

So now each night her belly
swallows his fugitive
need like a she-bear a berry ...
And the dark while he sleeps
she frets, frets with the Sev-
en Sisters; her windows give
on Orion, the mountain-tops.











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