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SATYR'S WIFE
  BY RITA SIGNORELLI-PAPPAS


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Arachne
Beautiful Girl Café
Satyr's Wife
I Run into Count Ugolino
Folktale
Riding with Keats
Petunias
Moths
Venice
Semele
Apollo and Daphne
Basket of Oranges
The Road to Sènanque
Mushrooms
Dreamlife of a Mime
Ariadne in Verona
Parmigianino Thinking
On the Appian Way
Pythia: The Process
Mind Clearing in a
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Arachne


Slowly she wakes through a craving
to weave, through a sunlit dream
of Athena singing her back into sleep,
she is alive no she is dead and it is Athena
standing watch over the ghost of her human form,
Athena who undid the plaited rope until it was
only a single strand and then she floated into
another way of moving so soft that she felt
her entire body whirled through a maze of light
and then her body disappeared and for a moment
she drowsed inside her shadow and then it was Athena
who told her what she had become or else
it was the mouth of an Argive woman speaking
after she had devoured her infant or perhaps
it was the eyes of Teiresias watching two snakes
coupling in the grass or it might have been
the slow hand of Zeus traveling a woman's body and
when she finally emerged from the long tunnel of silk
she saw that her own body hung exposed
in a shimmering web she was dead no she was alive
her skin reeling bright silver filaments helplessly
into the dusk. There was nothing else to feel
but a terrible hunger to spin.




Published in New Orleans Review