BRONZE BOY
To this deep pool with blowing torches cameYour fathers, lithe as flame,Trailing their nets and poising their slim spearsOver this pool,a hundred years.
Up from the pool the dim white fishes cameAfter the flame,To touch the fluid fire plunging downInto this pool where all but fishes drown.
Above your pool we lie, on your worn stone,And you are knownBy these dim fishes, that will dart and glideWhen you and your flame-bodied race have died.
TROPIC MOTHER'S MELODYCoco-palm, bend double and tickle my baby,Shark in the pool, splash your tail!Spread for him, peacock,Swing for him, banyan,For my brown little baby boy.
Tattoo him sun, with patterns of passion-vine,Big, black beetle, leave him be!
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