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Sweet Grapes and Silver Lizards

ISSUE:  Summer 1927

When the woods are splattered with moon-gold,
I sit in the cool purple shadows.

In the darkness
I sit eating sweet grapes;
And watching the silver lizards.

Like ravelled fire they flash;
They are polished with slippery moon-slime;
And are sleek with the slidings of silver.

And their eyes gleam through the purple gloom,
Like green and amethyst dew.


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