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December 19th, 2007 7:44 AMThe original message
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11:38 (3 hours ago)
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India. Your house is called she paused interrogatively. In
which megan had left us. Perhaps she had suddenly such nonsense
as that! Said lady there was no in the habit of composing
them. Some regarded one side. Catherine had taken in a book
to dinner haven't you your own name now? I'm sure it's a
to say, like mockery the high voice of keening but apart
from that has it not occurred to you from school but allen,
and he declined the oil of his l the way he looked so sad
and then laughed..
The spoem
India.
In the monsoon of later summer
I met a lady darkly eyed.
She did not wait for invitation,
but asked me of my means and home.
This raised up a bitter memory
of my Megan, sadly gone
who left me and silent children
in that empty shell alone.
What cared she of lonely mourning!
Did she know such sudden loss?
She replied that loss to her is fleeting
and that she dwelt upon this not.
She wrote down all except such sorrows
notes which only saw the joy.
With a heart so blindly knowing,
I accented to her ploy.
So in my house sits dark eyed Catherine,
drinking lassi, eating rice,
on the table sits her diary
full of laughter, hope and vice.
I myself a man so piteous,
dared I look to read my name?
Does she see me? Does she note me?
Am I worthy of refrain?
Finally I cannot resist it, am I shadow? am I light?
Desperate to know her perception,
I stole the book so that I might.
In the pages I find horror
dark eyed Catherine spun me lies.
Far from writing of love's splendor
she revels in it sharp demise.
Every word is jaded mockery,
dating back for thirty years.
She mocks my Megan just as brutally
as she mocked her schoolyard peers.
She relives her first crushing conquest,
spitting oil in love's face
laughing to feel no rejection
loving only the disgrace.
This is a proper spoem, as advocated in the Guardian article. Taking the "incongruous yet titillating" words of the junkmail and twisting them into something artful and meaningful.
This deserves more votes.