You've the beatof a dancer to a measure or harmonious rushof a porpoise at the prow where the racers all win easily—like centaurs' legs in tune, as when kettledrums compete;nose rigid and suede nostrils spread, a light left hand on therein, tillwell—this is a rhapsody.
-Marianne Moore
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