Can anyone tell me which poem this is by Duncan, and, if possible, where it was first collected? From the context I'm looking at, it might be from The Opening of the Field (1960), which, alas, is missing from my shelves.
There where great Artemis rides
naked, lake-clear bright lady
awakening her lovers, the hunters
and the hunted,
her horns sound in the night.
Or are they horns of distant cars?
themselves fading and yet insistent
like memories . . .
We are awake now indeed,
and we are her Kings . . .
Grateful for any help b/c, please.