I came back late and tired last night
Into my little room,
To the long chair and the firelight
And comfortable gloom.
But as I entered softly in
I saw a woman there,
The line of neck and cheek and chin,
The darkness of her hair,
The form of one I did not know
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I
PRELUDE
Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night
When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight,
She knew her Love and saw her Lord depart,
Then breathed her wonder and her woe forlorn
Into a single cry, and thou wast born?
Thou flower of rapture and thou fruit of grief;
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Then dirt scared me, because of the dirt
he had put on her face. And her training bra
scared me—the newspapers, morning and evening,
kept saying it, training bra,
as if the cups of it had been calling
the breasts up—he buried her in it,
perhaps he had never bothered to take it
off. They found her underpants
in a garbage can. And I feared the word
eczema, like my acne and like
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Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man ! My man !
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan ! Io Pan .
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady !
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
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The pale, the cold, and the moony smile
Which the meteor beam of a starless night
Sheds on a lonely and sea-girt isle,
Ere the dawning of morn's undoubted light,
Is the flame of life so fickle and wan
That flits round our steps till their strength is gone.
O man! hold thee on in courage of soul
Through the stormy shades of thy wordly way,
And the billows of clouds that around thee roll
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By learning you, I’m deceiving me,
As common ground sprouts unfound knowing…
But how can I find you relatable?
When I can only see what’s showing?
The limits of your introspection
Prevent you from learning your own brain,
While your narrow means of expression
Dictates the parts you share and explain
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Have you ever noticed her cracked lips
Bruises on her arms
Stress lines and eye bags
Or those tear-filled eyes at night
With those hollow eyes and cheeks
That forced smile remained still
She was born a fighter
But she learned to 'survive'
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In the silence of my own mind, I carry a burden
A struggle and pain that no one else can see
No friends, no family, no one to confide in
About the heartbreak that tore me apart inside
My first love, a forbidden romance
A story that many would judge and decry
But if you walked in my shoes just for a moment
You would see why I was willing to lie
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Walking down the giant road
Lights ever bright, beings unknown
I'm the alien, displaced and lone
In this strange realm I can't call home
Adrift in a sea where I'll never belong
Peering at fractured reflections, feeling so wrong
But then a few souls, with welcoming grace
Reached out to this alien, fashioned a place
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The little girl that sits on top of the sand hill
Waiting for the sailboat
Funny because she knows nothing about a sail boat
With no shoes and knots in her hair
She blames herself for the sailboat not coming
So she overcompensates this part of her life with bad jokes
But she knows that the sailboat will eventually be there
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