Tuesday, February 10, 2009
The Bather
(Exodus 2.5)
unmilked breasts glisten
delicate oil-coated skin
the daughter of kings
the noon sun dances
from shoulder to gold-chained neck
as girls wrap her hair
take away her robe
watch her glide to the river
and bathe in waters
satiate with death
a basket hidden near shore
is best left unfound
Originally published in The Columbus Dispatch, 1980.
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This poem appeared in the same article in the Dispatch that Zipporah did.
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ReplyDeleteAloha . . .
I was thinking "hmmm" this sounds like it has something to do with Moses, and then I went to click on "Commment" and saw Moses just below. So I am hoping this poem is about Moses in the basket.
ReplyDeleteDo you watch Jeopardy? It just seems to me, that it is a show you would watch. I record it on my DVR so I can watch it at night. I think it is a good idea to challenge my brain as much as possible.
I also get a funny feeling that you would like the diary of Professor Humperdink III website. The link is on my website. Some pretty interesting stories there and I like the "words" that are used.
Thank you for "following" my blog.
This is so wonderful. It's very mysterious and cryptic to me. I like it. It's so deep.
ReplyDeleteGrandpa, you were in a Biblical mode in 1980. This one is beautiful. What a change of events, had she not found that basket!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteI was thinking "Where's Your Moses Now?" after I read this.
I like the way you paint a picture with your words.
Peace - Rene
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ReplyDeleteThat was oddly beautiful, wasn't it?!
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ReplyDeleteNicee..
ReplyDeleteI liked this beauty. Keep it up Gramps.
I'll visit u again.
AB :-)