V. Penelope Pelizzon Poems

She has always been clever and poor,
especially here off the Yugoslav train

on a crowded platform of dust. Clever was
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What have they to do with love's bleakest shapes,
these radiantly formed and tinted tropic fish
pouting, flirting, veiling themselves with pleated fans,
artfully poised as end-of-season debutantes?
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He's no world traveler, roaming here or there,
But knows the neighboring hills like his right hand.

--Ovid, Metamorphoses
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