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Glory of plums, femur of Glory. Glory of ferns on a dark platter.
Glory of willows, Glory of Stag beetles Glory of the long obedience of the kingfisher.
Glory of waterbirds, Glory of thirst.
Glory of the Latin of the dead and their grammar composed entirely of decay.
Glory of the eyes of my father which, when he died, closed inside his grave,
and opened even more brightly inside me.
Glory of dark horses running furiously inside their own
dark horses.
Posted by kind permission of the poet. Originally published in Poem-a-Day by the Academy of American Poets.
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