<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403168" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hill of the Foreskins</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">what was the moment of coition like?<br>come Zariba let down your gates<br>turn turtle all you captives of the flesh</div><div style="margin:10px 0">square suns<br>walled in by darkness from the crypt<br>young bodies stripped to make a mock of time<br>toy beauty dipped in feral wine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">bones buried in the Wood<br>bones buried in the gold of Sun<br>bones buried in the very gates of War<br>(great searching of the gates)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">impatient earthquake<br>shuffles all the pack<br>redeals the reds the golds the blacks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">birdlike and blackened<br>secret as a door<br>sharp knives to stallion<br>through a forest floor<br>(great searching of the gates)<br>floodgates</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the day is done<br>and I can feel the pebbles<br>in my hand<br>crumble and crumble<br>to a beach of sand<br>whereon you walk</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(yet do they prance in<br>circumcision round the pole<br>stride over mountain Tops<br>gurgle the rising Tide)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and if a slender boat<br>should anchor near the Sun<br>would mad queens madly run<br>(girdles undone)<br>or would they come<br>black scaffolds to the Sun ?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harry+Crosby">Harry Crosby</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403168" data-title="Hill of the Foreskins de Harry Crosby" data-description="what was the moment of coition like? come Zariba let down your gates turn turtle all you captives of the flesh square suns walled in by darkness from the crypt young bodies stripped to make a mock of time toy beauty dipped in feral wine bones bu..."></div> </div> </div>

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