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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=429708" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Deer And The Snake</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=429708" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The deer is humble, lovely as God made her <br>I watch her eyes and think of wonder owned </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=429708" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">These strange priests enter the cathedral of woods <br>And seven Marys clean their hands to woo her </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=429708" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Foot lifted, dagger-sharp—her ears <br>Poised to their points like a leaf's head </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=429708" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But the snake strikes, in a velvet arc <br>Of murderous speed—assassin beautiful </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=429708" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As mountain water at which a fawn drank <br>Stand there, forever, while poison works <br>While I stand counting the arms of your Cross <br>Thinking that many Christs could hang there, crying.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Kenneth+Patchen">Kenneth Patchen</a></strong></div>

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