The Final Dream of Sigmund Freud
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Into unconsciousness
Came the last few words of Faust,
Part Two,
That Eternal Feminine
Invited into a final
Night of interpretation:
Rising and falling like a sea horse
Of tranquility inside a flooded turret
Atop her mansion,
She aspired and dipped
Within the glass cylinder
Like a living barometer peg
Of suspended relationships.
Whether she held her breath
Was not the point:
Her long hair unstirred by the current,
She was ready – if it came to that –
To find a pocket of air
Where she could turn breath to music,
Coax lust to the edge of elegance.
-- Richard Siegmund 21 September 2004
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