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Zuni
To R. F. B.
I send you this. Through the monotony
Of mumbling melody, the established fall
And rise of the slow dreaming ritual,
Through the dry glitter of the desert sea
And sharpness of the mesa, keep the flowing
Of your spirit, in many branching ways!
Be running mirrors to the colored maze,
Not pool enchanted nor a water slowing.
Hear on the wing, see in a flash, retreat !-
Beauty is brightest when the eye is fleet.
The priests are singing softly on the sand,
And the four colored points and zenith stand;
The desert crawls and leaps, the eagle flies.
Put wax into your ears and close your eyes.
MESSENGERS
Cycles of fire and extinguishment