Sylvia Was An 'A' Student

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