unsettling wonder

Household Tales: A Read-Through

The Handless Maiden

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(The Gold of Farnilee)

You mock me with your piety. You scour
away the lawful grief which those who weep
must hope to bear. So I will sit, and keep
my fears, my peace, my dark and waking hour.
Nor will I bow and neither bend to dour
and dismal creed. You cannot make it right.
Blame the devil, curse the dark and midnight,
but I must bear the silver hands, the power
to not forget. Do not call me Devil,
call me Sorrow, and I will ease your pain.
Attribute, if you wish, to angels wrongs
you think that I have done. But no evil
can bear a child, or dream, or regain
the beauty and the madness hid in lasting songs.

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