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From the tavern brawl they brought him back to us, wounded—

our friend Rhemon, around midnight yesterday.

Through the windows we’d left open all the way

the moon illumined his beautiful body on the bed.

We’re a hodgepodge here: Syrians, Greeks, Armenians, Medes.

Rhemon too is such a one. But yesterday, as the moon

shone its light upon his sensuous face

we were put in mind of Plato’s Charmides.

[1916; 1917]