Wednesday, 21 November 2012

For Hermes the Luck-bringer

Hermes, Playing, Facing
of white Welcoming
the shore-grass.

over dubious sea
ways, torn
weather, the ground
hill, below the shadow
of dunes

The many great trees
And there is
Hermes, Hermes
From west,
twisted on

more have gnashed
waited, teeth
the water
my ankles

sails and sea,
twisted mast

called by
the wayfarers
in the wind, hard

It is in chance that we find you
and in chance that you find us

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