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Article: The afternoon of a faun. (poem)
- Article from:
- The American Poetry Review
- Article date:
- January 1, 1996
- Author:
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The Faun
Those nymphs, I want to capture them.
So clear Their light incarnation, that it floats in air, Drowsing in leafy slumber.
Was it a dream I loved? The shapes of ancient night that seem Vague end, alas, in branches, and I see That I, and I alone, am offering me In triumph the perfect frailty of roses. Consider . . .
whether your talk of women is Inspired, faun, by your fabled senses. In the cold, blue eyes of the chaster one Like a tearful fountain, the illusion Escapes, but then the other, when a breeze, Warms you, is she sighing on your fleece? But no! In this torpid swooning state Of morning almost stifled by the heat, My flute is the ...