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The Golden Fleece Author(s): Oscar Williams Source: Poetry, Vol. 18, No. 4 (Jul., 1921), p. 205 Published by: Poetry Foundation Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20573164 . Accessed: 14/05/2014 14:02 Your use of the JSTOR archive indicates your acceptance of the Terms & Conditions of Use, available at . http://www.jstor.org/page/info/about/policies/terms.jsp . JSTOR is a not-for-profit service that helps scholars, researchers, and students discover, use, and build upon a wide range of content in a trusted digital archive. We use information technology and tools to increase productivity and facilitate new forms of scholarship. For more information about JSTOR, please contact [email protected]. . Poetry Foundation is collaborating with JSTOR to digitize, preserve and extend access to Poetry. http://www.jstor.org This content downloaded from 195.78.108.36 on Wed, 14 May 2014 14:02:02 PM All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions

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The Golden FleeceAuthor(s): Oscar WilliamsSource: Poetry, Vol. 18, No. 4 (Jul., 1921), p. 205Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20573164 .

Accessed: 14/05/2014 14:02

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Oscar Williams

She is loud on the stones, on the roof-tops, on the windows; Her dancing is filled with the sway and the glitter of tinsel. Behind her the street is a wide grin, showing the black

teeth of houses The street is a wicked leer dark with ugly passion. But though the laughter of the jazz rain is coarse in the

gutter, Though her legs are nimble and innumerable on the pave

ments, Though the jazz rain speaks so loud, The brazen rain has never a word for me.

THE GOLDEN FLEECE

I know that life is Jason, And that beauty is the witch-maiden helping him. I know that the soft, luminous night of stars Is the golden fleece he is seeking. I know that in the beginning He sowed the boulders, the teeth of dead ages, And the innumerable armored cities have arisen. I know that he has thrown among them love and desire, And they have warred and shall war with each other until

the end. And if you doubt the least word I have said, Come out on the dark beach some strange summer night And watch the huge quivering serpent of the ocean Still coiled around the trunk of the tree of paradise.

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