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Karen Bjorneby reads
Apollo's Date-Rape of Daphne
in RealAudio format.
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My darling Daphne: what you have accused
me of! How can I get to med school now,
cruel love? You must explain how you confused
me, you pursued me, you amused me, how
we smoked the laurel, played Coltrane, played by
the rules of Antioch, virgin demure
unfurling April sighs, can I, may I
yes and no refusal yes, I am sure —
admit — you wanted me, my high born might
struck sparks and smoldered in your underbrush,
igniting green desire. Now you feel fright
and charge me to the dean with maiden's blush.
My rising sun will blaze through your dark hour
when you lie petrified, my passion flower.
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