6.02.2014

The Sage Remarks on Woman

it is addressed thusly:
An ode
it reads:
O Galatea! In a sordid dream
Was his fair lady of ivory made
He made her such as not to fade
But not all is as all must seem
And gratitude must from her pass
A fragile hand not up to the task
For a poet who had else in mind
No Venus was there to intercede
Twixt dismal science and its deed
But in this spell we all must find
The sculptor from his dais tossed
Before Galatea, Pygmalion was lost.
a postscript is here written:
shaw pygmalion

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