Tuesday, January 14, 2014


How wrongly Augustine
reads that myth. Perhaps
flirting with Manichaeans
in his youth left him
with a residue of crippling
dualism that occluded
the light of legend,
prevented his seeing
Lucretia for what she was.

The mythos of shame
avenged in the headwaters
of creation, the internalized
emotion firing a nation, a heroine
of lore cannot be discerned
by the reason of either or.
Accommodation to saga insists
on the artistry of ambiguity.

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