They tell the ancient tales they know, the ones
the elders told—of beauty, terror, awe,
and others just for show—and somehow comes
of this the city, custom, craft, and law.
They tell of looking to the hills, the skies
for help, to see them, send them even now
some token of a seemly end that ties
them to a soft beyond, a place of bliss,
of as-before but neither cries nor dies.
You bring it into being: a breath, a kiss.
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Jacobs, F. The Kiss. Acad. Quest. 30, 224 (2017). https://doi.org/10.1007/s12129-017-9629-5
- Educational Philosophy
- Ancient Tale