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MELUSINE DISCOVEUED

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They said my eyes were different; wider, deeper, darker, bluer.

That is all.

So what do you say, when the whole garrison

blunders into the-bath,

and sees you

like that;

I

I,

your top half huddled

under your hair, and all else from the waist down

coiled fat and sleek in rolls of spots and mottlings

in a pail?

Nothing,

but your eyes swim in a season of dances, lost with all

such seasons forever; lovemaking after the fashion of woman;

a man ---

Keep her in her place, he said, pickled in brine.

A fine kettle

of snakeflesh for a princessl

Meanwhile, you wring your spine to pick loose absurd packets of leather

and cartilege, then flap them open in his face.

That for you, nosy!

Look me up in the crotch hold of the tallest pine.

I shall be up there,

swinging spots and mottlings from a bough in the starlight,

and mind your careless huntsmen keep their arrow$;by them,

Uxoricide.

After the Twelfth Century French Legend of Melusine de Lusignan.

Copyright 1975

by Barbara A. Holland 14 Morton Street NYC

10014

LIMITED . 'EDITION C

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BARD PRESS Greenwich Village, New York

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