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leanfingered
slenderhipped
ah hubris, hubris
what does the wind do to you
lot you care
and the night, bedding down
slipping into you easy
lady when there are stars
does it help?
From Diane de Prima's collection Earthsong, published by Poets Press, New York, 1968