Pandora - Poem by Robert Lansing
Who is that girl playing in the garden-
So carefree, so young, so fair?
Or is she older, but with
An unaging zeal or fire?
I will have her
A Persephone, a Helen
A Medusa- Cleopatra
Pandora to my soul...
My little fatal heel.
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