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The Egyptian Mummy Asru, they named you as they delicately unwrapped the elegant bones. Asru, the Egyptian mummy, who plucked the strings of that first bowed instrument. The complicated ritual of the embalming could never have captured that flame of your spirit! Surely, Asru, the lyre of Greece, the Celtic harp of Erin, this golden harp-- surely these have pulled you back--how many times? How many times, Asru, how many times . . . |
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Issue #27, June, 2002 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.