Monologue

Marquise Monologue from Interlude

From Interlude by Federico More

female · defiant · 40 sec

I do not fear you though you are a poet, And I say things to you, no other ears would endure. You were not born, poor anchorite, To say to a woman: "Be mine." And such is your secret vanity, You are a servile vassal of your own Utopia. You pretend to transform women Into laurel branches meaningless, And with your cynic's blare You thread upon the needle of your pride Dregs from the utter depths of the abyss.

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