Jealousy (图)

 

. . .

"Show me," I said to our companion, "what

I have much coveted, your breast's mauve star!"

And she consented. Oh, neither these verses

Nor my prudence, love, can heal your wounded stare.

 

from A Dream of Jealousy, by Seamus Heaney

watercolor by matta

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wounded stare . . .