Sunday, April 22, 2012

Post 4.22.2012.12


Polyxena: No, my dear mother, give me your
Sweet hand, and let me press my cheek to
Yours.  For never again shall I look upon the
Radiant circle of the sun.  This is the final
Time.  You are listening to my last words.
O my mother who gave me birth, I am
Going away to the Underworld.

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