Monday, October 23, 2006

" So he became a dancer to God.
Because his flesh was in love with the burning arrows
He danced on the hot sand
Until the arrows came.
As he embraced them his white skin surrendered itself to the redness of blood, and satisfied him.
Now he is green, dry and stained
With the shadow in his mouth."
excerpt from
The Death of Saint Narcissus
by T. S. Eliot


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