“Those Crazed in Love Will Lick the Serpent
as if It Were Honey”

From a motet by Antonio Vivaldi (1678-1741):
Nulla in mundo pax sincera sine felle...
There is no real peace in the world without bitterness

Eve knew,
And the psalmists, Vivaldi too,
The old sweet pain
That pours down the mind’s old pathways,

How we crawl on our bellies to kiss
Forked tongues that kill us.

Look! That gleaming, curving green,
Half-hidden in the long grass,
I see it for the first time.
I’ve known it all my life.

Charlotte Innes

 

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