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EndymionAuthor(s): John CrawfordSource: Poetry, Vol. 18, No. 6 (Sep., 1921), pp. 310-311Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20573228 .

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POETRY: XH Magazine of Verse

EN DYMIO N

The un1iverse Crumbles away, Crawls away . . .

A simoon Keyed down, Hushed away TIlo whispers..

(Trickling, trickling Bare legs Impacts of sand-grains Impacts of girls' eyes-)

Up to my knees

(Isolation Of flesh fronm flesl Slippery, gritty, Hands grip and slide, Fingers roll On my face-)

Knee deep, Waist deep, Eyes prickling .

(It was my gift To catch their eyes, Catch and hold their eyes:

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7ohn Crawford

She knew that, But She could not blind All their eyes-)

Waist-deep tJp to my arm-pits..

(She found one Could keep my arms knit Body like a panther, That one-)

Up to my eyes Sleep slides Grain by grain..

(What She did to you No one knows. .. She'll never kill the feel of you With Her sand-)

Crumbling, Crawling, Creeping Ring about my neck . .

(Yours Your hands at my throat Your lips-)

7ohn Crawford

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