Fullness in Concavity
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It has handsomeness in grace, a grace
Receding and yet full. It glares with flame,
A flame of blackness yet without a trace
Of smell’s apology, excuse or shame.
Instead this portion waves its darkness through
The cosmos like a royal bed of reeds
In Pharaoh’s Egypt or Ashoka’s slew
Of victory. From its slopes his strength proceeds
In masculinity, away and out,
And towards his chest and face and swollen arm.
At once, all three, a triple, certain shout:
This shout insists like cricket’s overarm.
This part is like romance’s double flare.
It makes a mockery of maidenhair.
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