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Circe's Grief

Rating: 3.3

In the end, I made myself
Known to your wife as
A god would, in her own house, in
Ithaca, a voice
Without a body: she
Paused in her weaving, her head turning
First to the right, then left
Though it was hopeless of course
To trace that sound to any
Objective source: I doubt

She will return to her loom
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mahtab Bangalee 05 November 2020

This is how a god says goodbye: If I am in her head forever I am in your life forever. //Pain for loveless love; The emotional pain in the lovelorn mind; the love that lives in the heart of the farewell/// great write

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P A Noushad 08 October 2020

Very Good

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Adeeb Alfateh 25 July 2019

You see her again, tell her This is how a god says goodbye: If I am in her head forever I am in your life forever. excellent 10++++++++++++

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Colleen Courtney 14 May 2014

Women can be so cruel and viscious! When what we should do is stand together!

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