Saturn

Grady McMurtry

2 October 1941

Your eyes are as wise as the world

Your lips are a mockery

Of paint, your hair is curled

With the shape of the pottery

Of ancient Thrace, your face

I have seen when convolutes

Of meteor dust have swirled

Between the flowing roots

Of Yggdrasill, I know

The thoughts you have dreamed and lost,

For I am he whose foe

Is king of the giants, Frost.

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