Muir Holburn - Selected Poems

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Idly twistingtwiningplattingcurling

simply preeningplyingplainingpurling

subtly smoothingserpentiningtwirling


Naive, artless, how was I to know

that these soft tresses

these wavewove cascades

that these blithe patterns were a minor part

of a grand timeless design?


If she had not thus meddled with her hair in the sun

enchantingly . . . .

(as her sisters do before my brothers)

would this world not be a barren

terraine unpopulate?







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