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On the Cliff
Age seizes my
skin
And turns my hair
From black to white:
My legs no longer carry me
Lightly, nimbly
Dancing like young fawns.
What can I do?
I am not eternal
Though my songs may be.
Can pink-armed Dawn,
Who could not save her love
Erase these harbingers of age?
My youth is gone.
Still I adore
The sun.
Chapter Two
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Excerpted from SAPPHO'S LEAP © Copyright 2011 by Erica
Jong. Reprinted with permission by W. W. Norton. All rights
reserved.
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