The healing of Medusa: A Dream Journey

May Sartan’s Poem: The myth as medusa:

I saw you once, Medusa; we were alone. I looked you straight in the cold eye, cold. I was not punished, was not turned to stone– How to believe the legends I am told?

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I turn your face around! It is my face. That frozen rage is what I must explore – Oh, secret, self-enclosed, and ravaged place! This is the gift I thank Medusa for.

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