I never turned anyone into a pig. <br />Some people are pigs; I make them <br />Look like pigs. <br /> <br />I'm sick of your world <br />That lets the outside disguise the inside. Your men weren't bad men; <br />Undisciplined life <br />Did that to them. As pigs, <br /> <br />Under the care of <br />Me and my ladies, they <br />Sweetened right up. <br /> <br />Then I reversed the spell, showing you my goodness <br />As well as my power. I saw <br /> <br />We could be happy here, <br />As men and women are <br />When their needs are simple. In the same breath, <br /> <br />I foresaw your departure, <br />Your men with my help braving <br />The crying and pounding sea. You think <br /> <br />A few tears upset me? My friend, <br />Every sorceress is <br />A pragmatist at heart; nobody sees essence who can't <br />Face limitation. If I wanted only to hold you <br /> <br />I could hold you prisoner.<br /><br />Louise Glück<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/circe-s-power-2/
