Tag: durer
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Gold’s Gold
Isle of Jura, house of rabbits Fortune in the firegrate, wind displaced This place solemn and solitary Far on the fringes, in thrall of idolatry My eyes like Durer’s beholding Montezuma’s boons and treasures Beaten gold inches thick, the sun’s shape Lord of the world, known to the wordless and the wealthless Last to finish…