FIRST VOICE // Andromeda Waiting lies heavy on my lids. It lies like sleep,Like a big sea.&nbs
FIRST VOICE // Andromeda Waiting lies heavy on my lids. It lies like sleep,Like a big sea. Far off, far off, I feel the first wave tugIts cargo of agony toward me, inescapable, tidal.And I, a shell, echoing on this white beachFace the voices that overwhelm, the terrible element.What did my fingers do before they held him?What did my heart do, with its love?I have never seen a thing so clear. SECOND VOICE // Bellatrix This is a disease I carry home, this is a death.Again, this is a death. Is it the air,The particles of destruction I suck up? Am I a pulseThat wanes and wanes, facing the cold angel?Is this my lover then? This death, this death?Is this the one sin then, this old dead love of death?I am accused. I dream of massacres.I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them,Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the world conceivesIts end and runs toward it, arms held out in love.It is a love of death that sickens everything.A dead sun stains the newsprint. It is red.I lose life after life. The dark earth drinks them. THIRD VOICE // Narcissa The face in the pool was beautiful, but not mine–It had a consequential look, like everything else,And all I could see was dangers: doves and words,Stars and showers of gold–conceptions, conceptions!I remember a white, cold wing.There is a snake in swans.He glided by; his eye had a black meaning.I saw the world in it–small, mean and black,Every little word hooked to every little word, and act to act. -- source link
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