Butterfly Effect - ressourcesfeministes

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And so it was for that other
a poet who did read Greek
known only by her initials
for whom the world of Greece
was like Sophocles’ birdsong
a poet visited and healed
as she lay in her bed with the waves
crashing at the foot of the Cornwell cliffs
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Was it a lighthouse that brought her back
Or was it the words she heard
The hieroglyphs she saw The sway of the boat
off the coast of Alexandria, at the port of Piraeus
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She said, I defied them
I have a friend, a poet
Who can read Greek
In secret I learned from her