This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
The Hero
I clothe your body nearer than the dust,
Liven your weariness and taste your thirst.
I am the touch of air, a breath indrawn.
Number the attributes but I have gone.
...
Liven your weariness and taste your thirst.
I am the touch of air, a breath indrawn.
Number the attributes but I have gone.
...
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