Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay revised and illustrated edition |
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B.C. 2. Nine years later.
With quiet gesture and tremendous mienSet still held the gods' too-sleepy eyes.
He pointed there to the pitiful prostrate one,
Half-mummy, and half-living girl. Her lips
Had called in vain for water and for food
For years and years, for moments like centuries.
More than her thirst and hunger was deeper still
A memory like old poison in deep wounds,
Antony's treachery to Cæsarion.
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