[Fragment 47A, Ba-g]

A.E.M. Baumann

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      Daedalus in Tartarus

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The constellations of stones and leaves and the bleating of sheep

have long unveiled their inconstancy:

I know the weather in a reed’s stroke,

And the brittleness of a shrew’s bones

in an outcrop of limestone.

So when six nights in six these raven-winged

and gentle slopes of Ida were peculiarly sieged

by opiate odors and visions pert and unweened,

They on the seventh gave a granting

by dance of bees already decreed.

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I dreamt of crossing a field that from the center and only there and like others in number known if unseen was rounded by saturnine hills == of a path leading through them at one moment distinct, another multifold; at once winding to every breach of the horizon, at another extending but to where I stretched my leg. Above my head galaxies turned within galaxies within expanding to include and turn then without. Somewhere there stood a city of seven walls, unfixed and inconstant, its great, nebulous hum of membranous red visible at night in the west, or the north-east, or at times somewhere to the south.