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Is it that the queen Astarte strides across the fallow lands to fertilize the swelling grapes amid shrieking of her corybants? Too much powder and too much paint shining black hair. Three little harlots on the train from Zafra to the fair. _Sevilla--Merida_ IV My desires have gone a-hunting, circle through the fields and sniff along the hedges, hounds that have lost the scent. Outside, behind the white swirling patterns of coalsmoke, hunched fruit-trees slide by slowly pirouetting, and poplars and aspens on tiptoe peer over each other's shoulders at the long black rattling train; colts sniff and fling their heels in air across the dusty meadows, and the sun now and then looks with vague interest through the clouds at the blonde harvest mottled with poppies, and the Joseph's cloak of fields, neatly sewn together with hedges, that hides the grisly skeleton of the elemental earth. My mad desires circle through the fields and sniff along the hedges, hounds that have lost the scent. _Misto_ V VIRGEN DE LAS ANGUSTIAS The street is full of drums and shuffle of slow moving feet. Above the roofs in the shaking towers the bells yawn. The street is full of drums and shuffle of slow moving feet. The flanks of the houses glow with the warm glow of candles, and above the upturned faces, crowned, robed in a cone-shaped robe of vast dark folds glittering with gold, swaying on the necks of men, swaying with the strong throb of drums, haltingly she advances. What manner of woman are you, borne in triumph on the necks of men, you who look bitterly at the dead man on your knees, while your foot in an embroidered slipper tramples the new moon? Haltingly she advances, swaying above the upturned faces and the shuffling feet. In the dark unthought-of years men carried you thus down streets where drums throbbed and torches flared, bore you triumphantly, mourner and queen, followed you with shuffling feet and upturned faces. You it was who sat in the swirl of your robes at the granary door, and brought the orange maize black with mildew or fat with milk,
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