Blue, Green, Red and Purple: Penelope
Betty Collins’s poem muses on a mythic character, and the birth of unfaithfulness.
D’you feel the gray small wind that shivers
o’er the water; the horizon rising while day
falls backwards into night? Gloom flushes rivers
of darkness over pools of shadow; o stay !
I never thought , or wished, oh bold Odysseus,
that golden days would grow to years, but yet
WHY is it that you go so soon, so soon?
Will you not wait and talk a while and set
my heart at rest? Perhaps the rising yellow moon
will brighten, comfort, teach my heart “Accept “ -
But you were ever thus, you fickle lout -
And when you’re gone, I think I’ll look about.
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