Agata

This time it happened in spring
The very evening young Persephone
Crept to surface with delayed longing
And burst her sudden song free—

Her tangled tongue the yards leaping
Mouth to mouth a song: epiphany
That bodies wet with prolonged touching
From their instruments form melody—

And slow to time’s timeless beat
The bodies dance what the bodies teach
A movement no surfeit death can cease
The deep and green underneath—

But the sweetest part that stuns me:
To refind one’s youth—that wellspring of seas
That births life and all its hungry beings
Within such an impotent Hades!

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