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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 .
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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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