Thursday, March 4, 2010

Poems for Enchanted Dolls #15

Enobarbus Speaks of Cleopatra

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
her infinite variety; other women cloy
the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry
where she most satisfies; for vilest things
become themselves in her, that the holy priests
bless her when she is riggish.

Shakespeare: Antony and Cleopatra, Act II Scene II. 

1 comment:

monika viktoria said...

Ooo intense.... just like the incredible black-ribboned stiletto's on marina's blog... I wonder who those are for ;-)