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There he sat: Eros.
Here I sat: Civilization.
He wanted to seed;
I wanted to read.
After dialectical struggle
I decided to yield
my field to his plow.
When I satisfied
his need to breed,
I bred – he read.
from How Odd This Ritual of Harmony
(1981); reprinted in
Make Your Way Across This Bridge: New & Selected Writings
(2003)
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