Verse:
Moran, Leonard
Leo Moran Brides of El Salvador They swam beneath our skimming care the frenzied waters where The poor were chum and drew the shadow of Levialhan. I'wice caught: sweet Jure, the end of all they...
...line of grace, the heart a troubled bob forsook;And apostolic hand to set the hook...
...no milt, no spawn, no dear familiar waters of your birth...
...Oaffed...
...I'wice caught: sweet Jure, the end of all they undertook...
...What is there in that sea - that throws up endless savagery: severed limb and claw, with every stricken roar - That calls to you and not to me.ou and not to me...
...poor fish, poor bodies all awry (Aborted run...
...And to affirm the merest dignity, hearts and spirits that declartessential consanguinity...
...And so a third time caught, trawled in the camera's eye: Winched and grappled up...
...bludgeoned, dragged to the bloodstained rite and nuptial bower, the pit beneath the plow...
...Swung above the stench of holiness and sprawled to earth...
...Chose the shallows that exposed you to the eagle and the bear...
...Chough now no silken cast, soft as the taper's answering flame behind the bridal veil and whispered cession of the vow That with their life or with their death, us he should choose, they would the groom endow...
...Salmon-hearted, you fell each nerve and sinew reeved to one abiding need, and sing in extremity all the cordage of your strength: Laddered up the pouring weight and mists of custom's grave observances, and fought across the current others swelled all down its wavering length...
Vol. 109 • December 1982 • No. 22
