Which poet of today could still form
and round our common mortal breath
and its sense and sound as melodiously
for offertory love as Alexander Pushkin
could or as other long-dead poets knew
and did—from Shakespeare through Poe
and few others from before—who must
have learned the godly art from the sublime
curves and mystic lines upon the Egyptians’
perfect basalt nudes? For the first time then,
the Ka, the grace of life, triumphed over death,
showing the soul, the carmen, and its character &
what makes all the difference in between the two.
Just like the drib from Psyche’s lamp on Eros’ lap.
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