Muir Holburn - Selected Poems
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MANSPRING
Idly twistingtwiningplattingcurling
simply preeningplyingplainingpurling
subtly smoothingserpentiningtwirling
Naive, artless, how was I to know
that these soft tresses
these wavewove cascades
that these blithe patterns were a minor part
of a grand timeless design?
If she had not thus meddled with her hair in the sun
enchantingly . . . .
(as her sisters do before my brothers)
would this world not be a barren
terraine unpopulate?
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