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"... poems circle the same question: how one's soul could possibly endure when life's beauty vanishes from reach." –Victoria Lee

Persephone

To my delight (and too my pain),

I hear her laughter echo near.

Though muffled by the veil of Time,

It comes obscured, yet still I hear.

The chords are faint, yet still resound

And overwhelm my listless state

'Til all at once my heart gives way

To joy and grief that will not wait.

Oh would that I could reach my hand

Through that dark curtain we call Death

And draw her out to me again—

Restoring laughter with her breath.

But mortals may not thus retrieve

The ones we've lost, who've gone before.

And so, to hear her laughter clear:

I must needs pass through Hades' door ...