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John Frederick Nims


A Pretty Device of the Fathers

Autumn 1958 | Poetry

A dagger (whose bone haft the iceberg locks)Prime diamond in the nights of polar cold:Sharpened by shamans haloed in white fox,Their faces bland (obols of scythian gold)—Butt fused in ice: the uncanny tool upstandingWhetted so fine it sang in the [...]