by a pastry

be to her persephone
all the things i cannot be
take her head upon your knee
she that was so proud and wild
flippant arrogant and free
she that had no need of me
is a little lonely child
lost in hell - persephone
take her head upon your knee
say to her, my dear my dear
it's not so dreadful here

by edna st. vincent millay
as told by joel