The horns of yellow
on this plain resound
and the twist on the air
of their brilliance
Saw where
say where I will find find
a love
or an arabesque
of such rash fortune.
Ed Dorn (1964)
The horns of yellow
on this plain resound
and the twist on the air
of their brilliance
Saw where
say where I will find find
a love
or an arabesque
of such rash fortune.
Ed Dorn (1964)