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But all those twenty years what do

you suppose poor Penelope in
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anne hathaway was a kind of a mug that is appealing when filled with steaming tea
otherwise she looked appalling
will would fill her from time to time
he smelled a heap of lasses' hips and anne didn't quite like it though feigned she didn't care
then she kept cleansing herself for two days in a chapel nextdoor
her prayers felt inarticulately ragged
at the end she lost words and stood speechless scratching her haunch
lord would never come to rescue
lord just rusted like dew anne's bright swords
if anne were in his shoes she'd enamel the world silverish
silver gives you repose
with no one to praise no one to amaze no one to accuse and no one to abuse
green-eyed and uncreative anne wanted to doze
but when back at home
she heard the door clicking behind him
clenched her fists
and rushed to the desk and clutched at the pen and plunged into the papersea
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The bead curtain closed over her, closed behind her like water.

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suffocated blackness sort of tickled anne

mrs shakespeare's sight seemed crucially sponged off

black ink crept out of the hole and bled into the air round her

it rivered all over and anne couldn't stop it

the air got inked

somebody's closed the shutters

recollection waifs started dawdling around

she went down to the bottom of the sea

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before the mirror overcome with a racy emotion
your bones are marrowless your blood is cold
since sudden disharmony of matter

beneath skinclothes soaked with reminiscences
i cant keep the wolf from the door
i dont have no husband no bone no flesh

come come church mice ill flute you gentle song
ill name
a rivers mouth a squatters shit a scalds songfoliage a branch of dead blest wood a scavenger of
past a wraith of future the dragon and the grapes of wrath the bell tolling the dead mans knell the
graveyard knoll of a maiden girl the scurrying bride her limping groom a knockkneed cat the tact
of the dean the tack of a con tonk taw ton tock a ravens rage a dragons rave the crows raid to
gauge the grave of a redhead cock ticktock ticktock the coming dawn with a cutoff head the
coming dawn to paint hands scarlet the bloody lark to let the hopes turn to dust and ashes the
coming dawn to blow out the throat an make it gush with blood tuckntock tuckntock

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Methought the air got curdl'd taking fright,
None scented nothing, death had gaspt for breath,
Nor nightingales with laughter galed the night
The drenched nature lay as in Macbeth.
Thou wrote my poems were not worth a farthing.
My heart gave in, rhymes cleft it through in twain.
So cruel a reader, didst thou mourn our parting?
I wept out eyes in woethou woudst not deign.
Of yesternight's ordeal I come out feeble,
Words will not form in womb, thou didst thy worst:
Thy knife knowth not the wound it maketh. The evil
Hath wrung my handsto hold out thine thou never durst.
My will is ravisht, thence my mind bereft;
Ere cometh thy answer, will no self be left.

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Carol Ann Duffy
ANNE HATHAWAY
'Item I gyve unto my wief my second best bed ...'
(from Shakespeare's will)
The bed we loved in was a spinning world
of forests, castles, torchlight, clifftops, seas
where he would dive for pearls. My lover's words
were shooting stars which fell to earth as kisses
on these lips; my body now a softer rhyme
to his, now echo, assonance; his touch
a verb dancing in the centre of a noun.
Some nights, I dreamed he'd written me, the bed
a page beneath his writer's hands. Romance
and drama played by touch, by scent, by taste.
In the other bed, the best, our guests dozed on,
dribbling their prose. My living laughing love
I hold him in the casket of my widow's head
as he held me upon that next best bed.

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PENELOPES WEB
Every midnight I strain my ears: arent you coming back.
My loin withers without a man. I fear
you might have died Ulysses could I shoulder on the burden?
In bed at dawn in sleepy eyes sun sees the answer, so must you:
dont seek no lips but yours no look but yours no fuck but yours.
Weaving this shroud toil for your cold father I kick out the ghostly voices
who repeat,
waves I am: you wily woman you need no husband you wanna go and
get pitched and rolled in any suitors lap.
I speak to tides they breathe and sigh they say youll come they say to
wait and wait but
I must be rock-like to keep falling asleep in the bed still warm as it remembers your bodys warmth
I never was like that. Im kind of pregnant
with a new Penelope youll find on return.
I love you like your native land. I cannot go on. Come back.
I love you like your native land. I cannot go on. Come back
with a new Penelopeyoull find on return
I never was like that. Im kinda pregnant.

Arent you coming back? Every midnight I strain my ears

I do not fear my loinll wither without a man.
If you had died Ulysses I couldnt shoulder on the burden.
I see the answer in the sun at dawn in bedso must your sleepy eyes:
seek no lips but mine no look but mine no fuck but mine.
Weaving this wedding web I hear your ghost-fathers cold voice repeat:
youre a wily woman you need no husband you only think of getting
pitched and rolled in any suitors lap. Am I waves?
He says I am. He says youll come but tide waits for no man he adds. I
give a sigh
well, your body may remember mine. To fall asleep in a rocklike bed Id
have to be hot with lust.
I never was like that I am sick I cant give birth to a second son,
nor new Penelope youll find on return.
Your native land misses you so much. Me too. Come back.

Your native land misses you so much. I dont. Come back

but new Penelope you wont find on return.
Ive never been like what you thought I was I am sick I cant give birth
to a second child, while
Must have been rock-like to keep falling asleep in the bed still warm as it
your body may hardly remember mine falling asleep in a rocklike bed
remembers your bodys warmth.
next to someone hot with lust. I am not warm any more
I speak to tides they breathe and sigh they say youll comeand wait,
he says I am. He says youll come but tide waits for no man; I give a sigh.
and wait but
waves I am: you wily woman you need no husband go and get pitched
A wily woman, waves I am I need no husband I only think of getting
and rolled in any suitors lap.
pitched and rolled in any suitors lap.
Unweaving this shroud toil of your cold father I kick the ghostly voices
Unweaving this wedding web I cant hear your cold and muffled voice: I
out they repeat
buried past
dont seek no lip but his no look but his no fuck but his.
I seek a lip a look a fuck.
In bed at dawn in sleepy eyes sun sees the answer, so must you
I see the answer in the sun at dawn in bedso must your sleepy eyes!
you might have died Ulysses should I shoulder on the burden?
You must have died Ulysses I shouldnt shoulder on the burden.
My loin withers without a man. I fear
I fear that without a man my loin withers
every midnight. I strain my ears: are you not coming back.
and every midnight I strain my ears no more. You arent coming.

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