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October Ptolemy

October Ptolemy

By Peter Taylor

The world moved with him
as he moved.
Like stones on flat surfaces
rabbits skittered
wordless in the mist.

His world ten
yards wide, and he the moving
center. Like dying, he thought,
or Hamlet's nutshell.

His shoes were sopped,
their laces stopped a beat—
he walked till all thought stopped,
appalled by quiet, disturbed
by muffled hounds

accustomed to the strain
of being one world.

Prairie Schooner, Vol. 48, No. 4 (Winter 1974)


Peter Taylor wrote from New York City, in the Winter 1974 Prairie Schooner Contributors Notes: "I have returned recently from two years of teaching and writing in England and have had my poems published in the Critical Quarterly, Phoenix Ten, Delta, and most of the little poetry magazines in that country."

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