Night The Fourth
Last night I prayed the Unknown God
For some Ovidian metamorphosis -
Rock, raven, touchstone,
Toad in Eve's ear
Or the abhorrent owl.
I woke this morning quite unchanged
And combed my long black hair,
Gazed in the oval mirror.
I am completely indifferent to myself.
I whom they say am beautiful
Am a dead narcissus in a pot -
"Don't water me!" "…water me…"
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Every night for nine nights Manuela appeared to me in a dream, and each night she spoke a poem to me. I had never seen her before and I have no idea who she was. - P.R.
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