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Kenneth Patchen - The Deer And The Snake
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The deer is humble, lovely as God made her 
I watch her eyes and think of wonder owned 


These strange priests enter the cathedral of woods 
And seven Marys clean their hands to woo her 


Foot lifted, dagger-sharp—her ears 
Poised to their points like a leaf`s head 


But the snake strikes, in a velvet arc 
Of murderous speed—assassin beautiful 


As mountain water at which a fawn drank 
Stand there, forever, while poison works 
While I stand counting the arms of your Cross 
Thinking that many Christs could hang there, crying.
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