29 lines
775 B
Plaintext
29 lines
775 B
Plaintext
LOUISE BOGAN
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Medusa
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I had come to the house, in a cave of trees,
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Facing a sheer sky.
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Everything moved,a bell hung ready to strike,
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Sun and reflection wheeled by.
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When the bare eyes were before me
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And the hissing hair,
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Held up at a window, seen through a door.
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The stiff bald eyes, the serpents on the forehead
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Formed in the air.
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This is a dead scene forever now.
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Nothing will ever stir.
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The end will never brighten it more than this,
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Nor the rain blur.
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The water will always fall, and will not fall,
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And the tipped bell make no sound.
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The grass will always be growing for hay
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Deep on the ground.
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And I shall stand here like a shadow
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Under the great balanced day,
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My eyes on the yellow dust, that was lifting in the wind,
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And does not drift away.
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