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SYLVIA WAS AN ‘A’ STUDENT 
and Alpha woman

The Abyss was bared, and malevolently yawning,
The deep black pit of endless loss to rile
You, and you didn’t know the world was turning;

And you saw the winter trees in mourning
You weren’t short-changed on their willing lack of guile
In the Apollonian myth  - your soul was burning.

Telling time too true, that spring was coming, 
But you let the yellow sorrow of your bile
Flood  the Arcadian dark  your soul was scorning-

So, you died, without ever learning
That your Attic grace would give time its shining dial,
You did not know it then, but the world was turning,

The aureole of dawn crept in, to us a warning
We only have our children for a while
The Austrian angst in which your soul was burning,

The sense of happiness missing you by a mile –
In our Aphasian gloom, your words are burning
Up rivers, mountains, roads, with a killing style –
You didn’t know it then, but the world was yearning.

FROM IN MEMORY OF HER 2004, 2008

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