And too, the seeded plain became its playground. When tired, she wrapped the blueness around her, incense-scent carrying it always with her.

                                                                        Laughing when her passion faulted, it hid, feeling as lost the sheep, and in its eyes it seemed the fires leapt. Aroused, as if by a spirit haunted came a longing for something, beyond this creature's face. Watching the dark, and pure object cradled above, summed thoughts of mothers' grace.

                                                                        From somewhere knowing, hand unmarred let its restlessness settle on silken head, numbing it with silent caresses.

                                                                        It found itself inside her shelter, where it could not feel the waters' fall, and all the befores, lost, for now came the conformation with its new conditions. Lower, slower with each bright half did it run. To its ears vibrations it gave no attention, and smells intermingled into one. The one that came from a primal origin.

                                                                        As the white fell, I watched its prints made deeper, further from that foreign dwelling. Did you know of my gladness?

                                                                        It felt the same.

                                                                        In ecstasy it raced the stallions, mingling with the oceans foam. Clean, it scampered on the dunes that dilated as if the outlines of a female form.

                                                                        Rolling, it scratched itself. Alone, there was no helpmate to turn its visage from the antiseptic breezes. Freedom almost overpowered its primal desire, until her memory sent her through spaces increasingly denser, harder.

 

Speech Class, Hofstra 1962

 

 

 

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