From this the broad shoulders of
Pontiffs, presidents; from this the
Cocked ears of generals, matted
Hair of industrialists:
This fecund furrow.
How shall I not praise, pray,
This flesh? this maker of flesh?
This chrysalis of fruit, this blossom,
This tart split peach or cleft,
Crisp unfinished plum?
For we to a man are kindred
In Famine: would have our tongues
Blessd by this for sacrament.
What wafer or wine will placate
The brute beast? Or sate him thus?
O flower of folded petals,
Furld, fair-scented bloom that
Chastity's steward of, wherefore
I cannot cease to laud, nor
Feign a lofty discretion.
1999
Pontiffs, presidents; from this the
Cocked ears of generals, matted
Hair of industrialists:
This fecund furrow.
How shall I not praise, pray,
This flesh? this maker of flesh?
This chrysalis of fruit, this blossom,
This tart split peach or cleft,
Crisp unfinished plum?
For we to a man are kindred
In Famine: would have our tongues
Blessd by this for sacrament.
What wafer or wine will placate
The brute beast? Or sate him thus?
O flower of folded petals,
Furld, fair-scented bloom that
Chastity's steward of, wherefore
I cannot cease to laud, nor
Feign a lofty discretion.
1999
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