And who do you think did Penelope,
the One Who Envelops with Eyes,
give birth to Pan of Cloven Hoof?
There is beholding that enwraps
like a python’s thorough, seizing
thread—coiling round its knots
that thieve and win one’s breath.
There is beholding that wraps about
whom they love like the air turning
bright as it rings its smarting flame
which whip and well in winding waves.
That’s how lolling nymphs of old
used to worry and ride and must
have lapped sea beasts’ pliant necks,
and kingdoms rose, and kingdoms fell.
Thus, the living caduceus twines and
welds its rings to make a tuning wand.
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