3 Liberté, Fraternité More fog. — Have you seen a gross, heavy-legged deer? Or in a flight of terns some with the bill Twisted and blunt, some with stub wings, some small As wrens? Imagine an ectomorphic bear. No, shaped by the shapes of water and earth and air They move in ruthless grace and crucial skill Unfree and strong and evenly beautiful, Unprovided with souls, completely clear and here. I pass a poor old woman, six foot three, Mannish, who has a heron’s jerky stride, Just as a well-built fellow passes me. Next, hairy breasts swinging from side to side, An obese youth rounds the point; and better weather Brings many another of us out here together. 9