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An excerpt from the collection of poetry from the book:
Psyche
Psyche, with her hair streaming, runs inside.
She's had a dream while sleeping in the meadow.
It must be done. She tries to hide.
There is no time. The sound of men below
swallos her. They have ropes, they'll push her out to rocks, pin her for the sake of all
their daughters. Now the mountain is hushed.
The men steal away, eyes down. Night falls.
Pysche remembers her dolls, the pots she took
to play at house. This is where it leads. Asked
to accept a rapist, told she must not look.
In the end she loves him, but Eros is masked.
She lights a candle once to see her lover:
we are still looking for him with her.
Psyche
Psyche, with her hair streaming, runs inside.
She's had a dream while sleeping in the meadow.
It must be done. She tries to hide.
There is no time. The sound of men below
swallos her. They have ropes, they'll push her out to rocks, pin her for the sake of all
their daughters. Now the mountain is hushed.
The men steal away, eyes down. Night falls.
Pysche remembers her dolls, the pots she took
to play at house. This is where it leads. Asked
to accept a rapist, told she must not look.
In the end she loves him, but Eros is masked.
She lights a candle once to see her lover:
we are still looking for him with her.