Complacencies of peignor, and late
Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair,
And the green freedom of a cockatoo
Upon a rug mingle to dissipate
The holy hush of ancient sacrifice.
[p. 53, Library of America edition
of his Collected Poetry & Prose]
On our walk this morning, back in Hillsborough on the Historic Occoneechee Speedway Trail, the signs that marked the end points of the trail (HOST ENTRANCE, HOST EXIT) mingled to remind me of that ancient sacrifice."So many hosts," I remarked to my wife and Siegfried as we were leaving, "we've been to church."
[I didn't realize until later that "HOST" was an acronym.]
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