What Black Mountain poet Robert Duncan saw:
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What I Saw
By Robert
Duncan
The white peacock roosting
might have been Christ,
featherd robe of Osiris,
the radiant bird, a sword-flash,
percht
in the tree
and the other,
the fumed-glass slide
—were
like night and day,
the slit of an eye opening in
time
vertical
to the horizon
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