Can the Furies blood
Fed by hate
Metastasize and then abate
Purge itself
Of acid venom
Aroused he murder
Of Agamemnon?
Can their dog-like heads
And bleeding eyes
Their coiled snake hair
Metamorphose
Into that fragrant
Hazy vision
Of pretty maids
In floral derisions:
Can these three beasts
Relent revenge
And leave a mind
As yet unhinged?
Such is the power
Of a mother
That although she murder
Menelaus brother,
The Furies hate
Rides on and on,
Poor Orestes,
Poor Agamemnon.
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