The Dog Star
T Tom Billsborough
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Sirius rising, seed of power..
Wind rode or tide rode
A reed boat sways the whole night,
Straining at anchor.
The papyrus dawn stretches.
The pale East trembles.
The priest too. Who knows.
Red sails tether
The dawn breeze.
The Nile renews her annual surrender.
Sirius rising, seed of power..
In this man's soul
What joy to compose its shell,
The hollow ritual!
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