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“I wept because I thought I saw — because your face is the form of all mothers true — because my mother has never seen me since the whirlwind day of the eagle flight. Her scream still haunts me. She must be old now. She may not believe the Sybilene vow, may think me dead or wasting, abandoned, broken, the forgotten toy of the gods — all while I take my ease on Olympus.” Again the Titans tumult in their beds of lava, shed oily sweat, their coal waste spewn into the terrified air. <strong>The</strong> firmament trembles; a nameless star breaks free and falls. Hera could kill him now, toss Ganymede from cliff-high portico to rock below, an accident, no witnesses (a bribe would settle her case with the meddlesome Furies.) But she pities him, shamed at her spite for sake of the grieving mother. Her anger turns from venom to milk. She closes her eyes for worldly vision: “Your mother is queen of a city now, your brothers princes, your father’s old tent a torch-hung edifice of wood and stone. <strong>The</strong>y honor and revere you, Ganymede, mourn for your manhood in the evening stars.” She regards him calmly, sees him at last as another mother’s son. “Still,” she says, “I would you had not come to Olympus.”
3 GANYMEDE’S PLEA Ganymede offers his apology: “Ask all the Heavens, great Mistress Hera, ask any god or spirit, ask zephyrs, ask all who watch and listen down below if ever in dream or prayer I wished to be the friend and favorite of Zeus. I did not summon him. I was no one. He lifted me up to high Olympus. He tells me he loves me; I believe him. “He changes shape to please me endlessly — bearded or smooth, boyish and soft one night, perfumed ringlets of a singing Persian, then hard as a Spartan he comes in armor. He beams the white and gold of Apollo, then Ares’ copper cast and raven locks, and then he towers black, an Ethiope. He is a boy to my innocent boy, then a man to teach me undreamt pleasures. To think that Zeus has but one Ganymede, but I, in one, have had a hundred loves! I beg the clouds to part, the stones to sound, the room to explode with his next surprise. “And yet he still loves you, Mistress Hera. Drinking, he swears an oath by you, calls you Great Hera, the Old Lady, even his good Old Lady. He always honors you when hearing the vows of the jostling gods. Knowing your name so loved, so highly praised, how dearly I wish you did not hate me. “I know that what I take from him is yours — “
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POEMS FROM PROVIDENCE by BRETT RUTH
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CONTENTS AUTUMN POEMS 13 October Is
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184 The McWilliams’ Coffee Table
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POEMS FROM PROVIDENCE
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drifting ghostlike and invisible on
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3 Listen! October is coming! It wil
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THE STATE VERSUS AUTUMN RESOLVED: F
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NOT YEARS ENOUGH How many autumns m
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THE SAILOR AND THE OAK NYMPHS Oak w
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then turning to mockery of his all
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END OF THE WORLD Not with a trumpet
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Stockbrokers adjusted their power t
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THE OUTSIDER Some say that spring i
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oll in this new moon blanket with m
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waiting for the bat, the creeping m
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I waited, I waited — He never arr
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THE ARGUMENT “Two decades ago tha
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AVOIDING THE MUSE Silent this voice
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The clouds make way, open a blue do
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WRITER’S BLOCK For Barbara A. Hol
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This state of things will never do!
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BOARD GAME It is a game that never
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CREATION REVISITED 1 According to U
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But now the horizon rages with whir
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Is it invisible, this imago of Wint
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(the fathers knowingly, in jest, th
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The does take bubble baths. At dusk
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ECLIPSE How like the moon, that sul
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EDGAR AND HELEN Edgar Allan Poe and
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2 Moon and the flames of candled gl
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3 Coffined in his sleepless rooms,
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One truck hurtling toward gates lik
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These crows are not informers. A sh
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eside him, “Comrade, what if I cr
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And then he will send them away, do
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You have become an allergy, an anti
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IVAN GROZNI Ivan Grozni Tyrant of t
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Yet who are these ghosts that crowd
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dust devil’s playground when all
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Winter is honest, at least, the bui
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all now are only names in peeling p
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PLAGUE It is a plague — an epidem
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JUST REWARDS WELCOME TO HEVIN a sig
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Stalinists and Maoists, Progressive
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THE EVANGELICALS ARE COMING! Who ne
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BLUMENSTÜCKE The parlor frowned wi
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The combinations were shocking as s
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ROADSIDE VIEWS It is the way of tra
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RUINS Passing the gutted neighborho
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WATER SPRITE Who made you, this ful
Page 109 and 110: It draws us, real and unreal mortal
Page 111 and 112: Time is an endless line wound in a
Page 113 and 114: A shaman sat here, useless for hunt
Page 115 and 116: AT THE COKE OVENS I wanted to see m
Page 117 and 118: I played here as a child, amid the
Page 119 and 120: Moving to field and orchard, Ben na
Page 121 and 122: THE CEMETERY BY THE LAKE Edinboro L
Page 123 and 124: I miss that tree. If one of the gra
Page 125 and 126: You did not know the gourd was holl
Page 127 and 128: who lured me with promises and sea-
Page 129 and 130: In the scant shade of his splintere
Page 131 and 132: It was you who raised the child in
Page 133 and 134: GANYMEDE 1 Night after night the pa
Page 135 and 136: 2 The boy felt the tense of lightni
Page 137 and 138: Beauty too soft for marble, subtle
Page 139 and 140: 5 He summons the troupe of ageless
Page 141 and 142: The boy did not resist, but let his
Page 143 and 144: 8 Ganymede thinks only of Zeus. No
Page 145 and 146: 10 I like to think of the gods stil
Page 147 and 148: THE RANSOM OF GANYMEDE 1 THE TEMPLE
Page 149 and 150: 2 THE SIBYL AT DIDYMOS It is a plac
Page 151 and 152: “What would we shepherds want wit
Page 153 and 154: With this, the Sybil collapses unco
Page 155 and 156: enduring the seismic embrace of her
Page 157 and 158: Yet Hera hesitates. She knows the G
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Page 163 and 164: a plaything, upstart and crude. Jea
Page 165 and 166: “It’s really a mercy I turn the
Page 167 and 168: T H I N G S S E E N I N G R A V E Y
Page 169 and 170: 2 SACRIFICE Before a cenotaph in ci
Page 171 and 172: (Silt, fish, flotsam flow from Youg
Page 173 and 174: 4 NIGHT SHIFT At two in the morning
Page 175 and 176: They watch for a long time, wait fo
Page 177 and 178: An ectoplasmic virgin blushes, aver
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Page 181 and 182: 8 SALEM At Salem the burying ground
Page 183 and 184: 9 THE FORGOTTEN GRAVESTONE At Swan
Page 185 and 186: THE McWILLIAMS’ COFFEE TABLE So t
Page 187 and 188: SCENES FROM A MEXICAN VAMPIRE MOVIE
Page 189 and 190: 3 Things go wrong at the American b
Page 191 and 192: Never knew what hit them or how a b
Page 193 and 194: Who wrote the note? The blonde on t
Page 195 and 196: T H U N D E R P U S S: I N M E M O
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Page 203 and 204: I watched you dreaming: the twitch
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Page 207 and 208: It was not done in a daze. The sun
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2 We stand about, a handful swellin
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Earth reels beneath our feet into t
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5 Later a golden moon lifts up, swo
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LOW TIDE “The tide was flowing ou
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Then why should a fireball plummet
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In the stillness of museum night, t
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And there, the steeple on distant F
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prisoners un-decapitated, toxins un
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a literary man, to be sure, a lawye
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“I fear the wine speaks now. Perh
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Here Pabodie would say no more, but
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unquenchable, to fall into her arms
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and flying across the parlor to him
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so that these seeds transcend to se
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HERE AT THE POINT Secret transcript
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Those Lovecraft fans are the worst.
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TO THE ARC OF THE SUBLIME In nights
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We are the scourge of entropy. We s
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ABOUT THE POEMS The following notes
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DEER HUNTERS was inspired by a trip
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INDIAN ROCK SHELTER recounts an eve
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SCENES FROM A MEXICAN VAMPIRE MOVIE
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ABOUT THE POET Brett Rutherford, bo
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