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Unformatted text preview: He placd his hand and felt beneath the bark Her heart still beating held in his embrace Her branches, pressed his kisses on the wood; Yet from his kisses still the wood recoiled. Allen Mandel Baum And yet Apollo loves her still; he leans against The trunk; he feels the heart that beats beneath The new=made bark; within his arms he clasps The branches as if they were human limbs; And his lips kiss the wood, but still it shrinks From his embrace David Slavitt And this beauty Apollo still loved. His hand He placed on the trunk and felt the hart of the girl yet beating. He stroked her branchlike forearms and pressed his lips to The wood, Which shrank from his kisses still...
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- Spring '08