Two repenting daughters

In the Thebaid two harlots approach
the hermitage of a well-known monk:
says the one, “I live in fiction
and count pence by the night
which my father left me.”
Says the other, “I dine fine
on salted fish and hog-oil:
I too count by the day pence
my father left me alone.”
The monk dashes in their faces
dust and replies to their advances,
“I sense whoredom in my cell:
Carthage is that way—go—
Sicily is that way—go, you—
back to the world where
women most despise each other—”
and the harlot daughters flee
and die parched near Thebes—


~ by Jeremy on June 24, 2013.

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