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Poem by Rosanna Warren

The Twelfth Day
FOR PAM CANTOR

It is the twelfth day
The hero will not take food
He refuses wine sleep women

How can the body not spoil?
Dragged by chariot
gashed smeared

in mud and horse droppings
Mutilate Mutilate
cries the hero’s heart

as he lashes the horses
around and
around the tomb

If he can just
make his mark on this
corpse whose

beauty freshens
with each lunge
as though bathed

in balm Even the gods
in gentle feast are
shocked: Is there no

shame? The hero has
no other life
He has taken

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to heart a body
whose face vaulting
through gravel and blood

blends strangely
with the features
of that other

un: the Beloved
For this is
amour: rigor

mortis in the
mortal grip
and never to let

go Achilles hoards
and de½les the dead
So what if heaven

and earth reverberate
release So what
if Olympian

messages shoot through
cloudbanks sea
chambers ether

So what if everything
echoes the Father let go let
go This is Ancient

Poetry It’s supposed
to repeat
The living mangle the dead

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after they mangle the living
It’s formulaic
That’s how we love It’s called

compulsion Poetry can’t
help itself
And no one has ever

explained how
light stabbed
the hero how he saw

in dawn salt mist
his Mother’s face (she who
Was before words she

who would lose him)
Saw her but heard
words Let him let

go Saw her and let
his ½ngers loosen
from that

suspended decay and
quietly
too quietly

turned away

Rosanna Warren, a Fellow of the American Academy since 1997, is Emma MacLachlan Metcalf Profes-
sor in the Humanities at Boston University. Poetry adviser of “Dædalus,” she is the author of “Fables
of the Self: Studies in Lyric Poetry” (2008), “Departure: Poems” (2003), “Stained Glass: Poems”
(1993), “Each Leaf Shines Separate: Poems” (1984), and “Snow Day” (1981). “The Twelfth Day” is
reprinted from “Stained Glass: Poems” by Rosanna Warren. Droits d'auteur © 1993 by Rosanna Warren.
With permission of the publisher, W.W. Norton & Company, Inc.

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