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| La Danse des Bacchantes (above, from 1849) Charles Gleyre |
I danced, I danced!
I banged cymbals ...
Ι applauded ...
In a corner my
Own life mislaid ...
Others lives are
Now green , blooming
Marching forward.
Joyous day! But,
Also bitter ...
Our girls became wax
Beautiful puppets!
Their childhood lagged.
New beings are
Moving in their flanks.
Obsolete we
Βecame! Deformed ...
Retreating from
What we 're missing
And we didn't dare
In time to live ...
