"Live Oak, with Moss" Manuscripts


Leaf 15

XI.
Earth! My Likeness!  Though you look so
          impassive, ample and spheric there--
         —I now suspect that is not all,
I now suspect there is something terrible in
          you, ready to break forth, 
For an athlete loves me, and I him-But
          toward him there is something fierce
          and terrible in me, 
I dare not tell it in words—not even in these
          songs.  
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