Once she hated the sun and bright-lit
rooms
And here, in the blackness of Erebus
We bowed our heads in caves, hidden
from stars.
Then, she learned she had been blind
since childhood
And, her vision restored, she desired
The forgotten land where flowers grew
wild.
Marching up the slope, she turns on her
heel,
"My love, please let us leave this
darkling place."
I sit as silent as a harp or stone-
Ignore the pleas, else all shall be
undone.
Despise my name! Lament my unkind love!
A shade cannot live in the world above.
Much better than the previous two poems. The words take hold and rip at your soul, until the end when you find yourself feeling like a shade. "Perhaps the only true dignity of man is his capacity to despise himself." - George Santayana
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