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[title] => Centaur
[time] => 2004-11-05 23:56:05
[hometext] => cen.taur 'sen-.to.(*)r n [ME, fr. L Centaurus, fr. Gk Kentauros] hippokentauroi 1: one of a race fabled to be half man and half horse and to dwell in the mountains of Thessaly.
[bodytext] =>  ‘Put aside the Sphinx and her deadly puzzles, The cold flight of the Griffon and The brutish clout of giants. No more will they have their time. But the centaur, with eyes like molten gold Is set in the stars, and will never grow old.’ [Apokryphus 400 B.C.E] She sees him, breaking free of the clearing of pencil pines As if pursued, But he is the pursuer The young nymph running ahead, Laughing as much from The pleasure of the chase as trepidation. He is a magnificent sight to behold, Eighteen hands high and mane like spun wheat Flowing from the nape of his neck Along the length of his broad back. His flanks quiver, specked with foam from the exertion And not from Dionysian indulgence Prodigious manhood blossoming at the sight of the young virgin, So close but still resisting. Unshod hooves dig ruefully at the dark Thessaly soil. It is now that he sees her, The young, bespectacled girl So out of place in this ancient land Discarding the nymph, he canters over to his new quarry While the spurned maiden struts off in a huff. Is this the son of Nessus or Chiron, The pagan imbiber or the more cultured Hellene She wonders, As her seduction begins Under the white clouds crowning Mount Pelion. Image removed by Admin. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 42 [informant] => spike [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 24 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mythology )
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