poet Muriel Rukeyser

Muriel Rukeyser

Myth

Long afterward, Oedipus, old and blinded, walked the
roads. He smelled a familiar smell. It was
the Sphinx. Oedipus said, 'I want to ask one question.
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  • M Asim NehalM Asim Nehal (2/11/2016 12:46:00 AM)

    Interesting and intelligent one, I liked it.

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