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Karen Bjorneby reads

Medusa Restored
in RealAudio format.
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The awful truth, my love, I'm back to life,
My eyes are clear, my body sinuous,
Fix me a gin and lime, dear Perseus,
And tell me all about your job, your wife,
Outside where I can see your silvered knife
Grown old. We'll talk of times delirious,
Reflect upon the cleft you left, rough spear
In my own cave, where I'd flown safe from strife.
But look at me; let me show you alone
How my hair lightly twines on moonlit breeze.
Was I a tease? At fault? Should I atone
For stiff stone men who never heard my pleas?
Or now, for wakened snakes, your dazzled moan,
Swift sword I rightly own, you on your knees.

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