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I cannot mourn among these stones when they draw upon themselves fronds of lightning and ignite the laughter of a glistening jubilee in this year, in this tawny summer of another liberation of the heart. It is cast upon a stone, russet altar taking to itself a heart upon the heart of the sacred. I am led in hot plumage and a tinkling of obsidian and jade moves about my head and the rush of breath alter in the knowing what it is: The sun is brandishing gods from the summits of our hills in Europe, Asia, and here on the pyramids of Teotihuacan. So I am circumscribed by happiness. Boys play football in the ruined courts, and they are brought together with goals won as the clouds collide and announce a laughing night, a wrench at chest, with rain. Published: Quadrant, July 1984 |