Eve from the rib, Venus from foam,
Minerva from Jupiter's head –
All three were more real than me.
When he isn't looking at me,
I try to catch my reflection
on the wall. And I see the nail where a picture used to be.
Minerva from Jupiter's head –
All three were more real than me.
When he isn't looking at me,
I try to catch my reflection
on the wall. And I see the nail where a picture used to be.
( Wisława Szymborska )
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