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Drenched with purple, drenched with dye, my wool, bind you the wheel-spokes turn, turn, turn my wheel!

Drenched with purple, steeped in the red pulp of bursting sea-sloes turn, turn, turn my wheel!

(Ah did he think I did not know, I did not feel what wrack, what weal for him: golden one, golden one, turn again Aphrodite with the yellow zone, I am cursed, cursed, undone! Ah and my face, Aphrodite, beside your gold, is cut out of white stone!)

Laurel blossom and the red seed of the red vervain weed, burn, crackle in the fire, burn, crackle for my need! Laurel leaf, O fruited branch of bay, burn, burn away thought, memory and hurt!

(Ah when he comes, stumbling across my sill, will he find me still, fragrant as the white privet, or as a bone, polished in wet and sun, worried of wild beaks, and of the whelps’ teeth worried of flesh, left to bleach under the sun, white as ash bled of heat, white as hail blazing in sheet-lightning, white as forked lightning rending the sleet?)

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