Verse
Espaillat, Rhina P.
VERSE: Rhina P. Espcrillat Metrics I like the clattering of hoof on street Signaling "horse"; slow course of fruit From earth, air, water, sun, and root Through branch to ripened flower makes it...
...slow course of fruit From earth, air, water, sun, and root Through branch to ripened flower makes it sweet...
...Should bear their nature's imprint to the end: Should shadow forth the whole to which they tend, Bat keep small laws...
...Love and the dancer's gestures must be grace Wrested from bone...
...Under soul's music, the eternal tone, I tike mortality to play the bass...
...All things,- however magneted by cause...
Vol. 109 • October 1982 • No. 18
