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Greetings to a Giant

To Anchises
first Roman;
To Titan straddling
twinned worlds
of fancy and fact
that pride
in splendid isolation
ignorant of the force
entwining their fates;
To Atlas, bearer of weight;
To Aristophanes of the
cloud-cuckoo land;
To Nabokov of Lolita
and the butterflies;
and to that Alexander
who claims the province
of the spoken phrase
in his domains:
A bounty of words,
an embarassment of riches
of sweetness and light,
the harvest of stars
and the pageant of life!

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