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The Wretch of Adulation
Contributed by
Silviaplath
on
Wednesday, 28th January 2004 @ 04:58:42 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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I was the greatest wretch of love that ever was.
I had caught it
and prepared it,
but had never ate it.
I always had the pleasure of watching others
devour its merit,
but had never joined them in the feast.
I had often watched the others sail upon the current of its pool
and catch much of it,
with an established ovation to follow,
but I had not acclaimed them.
I had been a witness to my mother, sister, and brother
consume it with much proficiency not once,
but many times.
Old man Pete who was the most despicable creature
in our town
and swore he’d never be a fool to such frivolous idiocy,
had been among the first seen to de-bone its succulent meat,
broil its skin ‘til it slipped clean off
and chaw at it with full delectation.
Many say I ought to try it
and savor its gracious meat,
but I’d rather not.
Love should dine on me…
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Silviaplath
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2004-01-28 16:58:42] (Date/Time posted on
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