THE
POT OF EARTH
'For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god-kissing carrion,—Have you a daughter?'
'I have, my lord.'
'Let her not walk i' the sun—'
PART ONE
The Sowing of the Dead Corn
Silently on the sliding Nile
The rudderless, the unoared barge
Diminishing and for a while
Followed, a fleck upon the large
Silver, then faint, then vanished, passed
Adonis who had lately died
Down a slow water with the last
Withdrawing of a fallen tide.
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