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Rebecca Heselton
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Medea (In Her Words)
A twofold portion of distress held tight the slender arm
And I moved back again, but it was done.
I cannot see the light now from their faces
And my path has stopped their fingers
From my side. I am too far gone;
An empty womb remains, cold, frog-like and
I hold them still.
See! The formless lips of upturned mouths
And eyes kissed heavy from this mother’s sleep
In another world they look reproachful
Fain would I find them there, such shallow graves
Are cold e’en beside a prophet’s bed.
Disrobe you girl, stretch out your arms and smarting
Place your lady’s hands inside this wretched walk.
You Sir, have left me mother less. No child
Remains but tender limbs held by your lust
Expiring on, I leave you to my sons.
They will better bear you in this light.
I died with them to turn your face away
And dying on you live to die. So stay.
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