The Others
Part II
I
Three neighbouring houses thought
The orphans' house was blind. Not
One of its windows open, and things
Have been that way since the wings
Of dark-feathered death, so hideous,
Skittish and solid like a Latrodectus'
Legs, carried agony to their address
Took a dear soul and left fatherless
Loo and Pit, their fates intertwined,
Their natures different; hers tamed,
His wild.
Wild is more natural but unaccepted
By the wild that accepts the taming,
Then differs the name, but dissected,
Each civilized body bears something
Animal in its essence, and the reason
Why reason is given to humans who
Refuse to reason is a mystery oozing
Out a thick intrusive liquid through
The thirsty curious brain of the wild
And free more often than through that
Of the tamed.
Nevertheless, Loo was always called
Reasonable, though sometimes cold,
And cold in cold winter days makes
Chilly the person affected, and wakes
Chilling feelings in a lonesome girl's
Heart.
And chimneys do not warm and pearls
Aren't worth the crystal tears she cries.
And still, the pearls that were Pit's eyes
Saw no lonely girl; looked now at Loo
Less as a sister, more as a foe.
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The Others
Poesie"They deceived us, and deceived themselves, the quiet-voiced elders, bequeathing us merely a receipt for deceit." said Loo, feeling almost all-knowing, almost sorry, once she reached the end of Four Quartets, wondering when her story shall begin. An...
