Margaret Atwood, from “Another Elegy”, Selected Poems II: 1976 - 1986
Even than your maddening
Song, your silence. At the source
Of your ice-hearted calling —
Drunkenness of the great depths.
O river, I see drifting
Deep in your flux of silver
Those great goddesses of peace.
Stone, stone, ferry me down there.
The Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm
Illustrated by Arthur Rackham
Translated by Mrs. Edgar Lucas.
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The Maiden fetched the magic wand, and then she took her step-sister’s head and dropped three drops of blood from it.