| The Muse as Medusa I saw you once, Medusa; we were alone. I looked you straight in the eye, cold. I was not punished, was not turned to stone. How to believe the legends I am told ? >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I turn your face around! It is my face. That frozen rage is what I must explore -- Oh secret, self-enclosed and ravaged place! This is the gift I thank Medusa for. May Surton, derived from "Meeting The Madwoman" The great sea Has sent me adrift, It moves me as the weed in a great river, Earth and the great weather move me, Have carried me away, And moved my inward parts with joy. ~ Eskimo Woman Shaman derived from "Meeting The Madwoman" The Caged Bird The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom ~ Maya Angelou Your body soft as siris flowers, Engages passions utmost powers How come it is that your heart is hard As stalks the siris-blossoms guard ? ~Kalidasa |
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