So art thou broken in upon me, Apollo,
Through a splendour of purple garments—
Held by the yellow-haired Clymène
To clothe the white of thy shoulders—
Bare from the day’s leaping of horses.
This is strange to me, here in the modern twilight.
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An After Song
by William Carlos Williams
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