Parading

I have known what it was, this thing, known

The blind eye-slit
The blind eye-slit
And knuckle-sharp cheekbone—
And knuckle-sharp cheekbone—
Ah. And again do.
Ah. And again do.
Not a face. A hand, seen queerly. Mine. —James Merrill
Not a face. A hand, seen queerly. Mine.
—James Merrill

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