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after
party
ekphrastic for
William Etty’s 1840 ‘The Golden Age’
it goes on
lush, plump, lithe
a strew
from which few rise
time won’t be told
the jug is empty
garlanded
given to sleep
one makes a pillow
of just where we are
there’s the little lyre
Pan instructs
far the breakers
cove where the day will come
a tree shines
leaves come golden
ripe
the silver ships
arrive
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