And she remembered:
And there is a moment when his eyes
Because well-raised children become the taxpaying workers of the next generation,
Before there were three there were
Behind the shadow
Black eyed and bloody, she found herself
Blood is a strange thing - like hunger, or the
Cordelia carried the dead thing
Goneril sits: consuming all the light,
Has anyone ever told you you're beautiful?
He builds her a new earth
He comes to her like the overfill,
He dies.
He holds her, the first night, as a vassal might,
If he were to look upon her, he might reposition
In her dream-land the earth rumbles:
In one of her furies she fired the maid,
It is difficult to remember her childhood.
It was not a tangible moment,
Regan never anticipates her own end. THE ENDING
She knew that Cordelia was not the kind
She loves him and he gives her the pencil line
She spoke to him like the end of the world,
Sir, I am made THE OPENING
Sometimes women of violent men learn
The barrenness of the King's daughters
The King sits: his knees rising up too small, almost, for the space
The doctors have been and gone. Not sickness,
There is a body feeling to her grief,
The shit in her was a stone breaking against the cut
They could not unsow
They say hell is other people but
Twenty-five, dressing in her new London flat;
You look like a fucking slut, he said,
Younger than she is, quick-skinned, smiling;