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The Hoofs of Pegasus

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A collection of short lyrical poems that weave mythic and religious imagery with intimate observations of nature and interior feeling. Many pieces draw on classical figures and Renaissance art, while others reflect domestic scenes, sleep, music, and sacrament; recurrent motifs include night and light, birds, water, and ritual. Voice shifts between contemplative reverie and pastoral detail, exploring longing, faith, and creative impulse. The sequence moves through imagistic vignettes—moonlit meadows, bathing maidens, sacramental harvests, and dreams—linking private emotion to larger spiritual and mythical resonances.

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I am a beggar maiden, I sleep beneath a thorn, At night my tree is thick with stars, I see the slender horn Of the young moon, I see the clean Essential light of morn.
The King Cophetua and his Queen Ride by disdainfully; He glitters like a dragonfly, A scornful mouth has she— A curled red leaf— Yet she was once A beggar maid like me.
The spearmen ride before them. My path no mortal knows; A ruby smoulders on her brow, My thicket yields a rose. Dance, dusty feet! I’m glad I’m not The maid Cophetua chose.