robert dickerson - dafni

tea of blue smoke, tobac, a
clean-boned man, the
wave, its guilty slope seaward
the jerky fiddlebow and a palm
leaf deftly seduced-

blow, blow little wind

-quae Cnidon
fulgentesque Cyclades et Paphon...

little wind, little wind

combed sand of burning symbol
reedy alphabet, old crow's
garment, tasseled for battle camel-
trodden seaward: io!
diva.

listen, the wind

slowly, this morning, one
sees it again:
ruddy Barbarossa
eluded of bottom
gasping Saleph water, the blue
un-beginning, un
ending.

wind, animateur, blow
little wind

robert dickerson

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