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Setebos Who could play Miranda? Only you. Ferdinand -- only me. And it was like that, yes, it was like that. I never questioned. Your mother Played Prospero, flying her magic in 5 To stage the Masque, and bless the marriage, Eavesdropping on the undervoices Of the honeymooners in Paris And smiling on the stair at her reflection 10 In the dark wall. My wreckage was all of a sudden a new wardrobe, unworn, Even gold in my teeth. Ariel Entertained us night and day. 15 The voices and sounds and sweet airs Were our aura. Ariel was our aura. Both of us alternated Caliban our secret, who showed us The sweetest, the freshest, the wildest 20 And loved us as we loved. Sycorax, The rind of our garden’s emptied quince, Bobbed in the hazy surf at the horizon Offshore, in the wings Of the heavens, like a director 25 Studying the scenes to come. Then the script overtook us. Caliban Reverted to type. I heard The bellow in your voice That made my nape-hair prickle when you
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Unformatted text preview: sang 31 How you were freed from the Elm. I lay In the labyrinth of a cowslip Without a clue. I heard the Minotaur Coming down its tunnel-groove 35 Of old faults deep and bitter. King Minos, Alias Otto--his bellow Winding into murderous music. Which play Were we in? Too late to find you And get to my ship. The moon, off her moorings, 41 Tossed in tempest. Your bellowing song Was a scream inside a bronze Bull being roasted. The laughter Of Sycorax was thunder and lightning 45 And black downpour. She hurled Prosperos head at me, A bounding thunderbolt, a jumping cracker. The moons horns Plunged and tossed. I heard your cries 50 Bugling through the hot bronze: "Who has dismembered us?" I crawled Under a gabardine, hugging tight All I could of me, hearing the cry Now of hounds. 55-- Ted Hughes, from Birthday Letters (1998)...
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