Thursday, May 24, 2007
PT: A Conversation Overheard
OVERHEARD ON A SALT MARSH
Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?
Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?
Give them me.
Give them me. Give them me.
Then I will howl all night in the reeds. Lie in the mud and howl for them.
Goblin, why do you love them so?
They are better than stars or water,
Better than voices of winds that sing,
Better than any man's fair daughter,
Your green glass beads on a silver string.
Hush, I stole them out of the moon.
Give me your beads. I desire them.
I will howl in a deep lagoon for your green glass beads. I love them so. Give them me. Give them me.