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FEARA thousand, thousand stars and I, walking under them; sometimeslooking up,But not with ecstasy—not any more.O, what has happened to me? All day, I am sad . . . sad . . . sad. Andfrightened.For the image of her has become sharp now—clearly defined in mymind's eye, so that I keep seeing herEverywhere—a Nemesis—cold, sure and relentless, which I feel partof him wants just as relentlessly, to follow him.Why, because I love, must I walk naked among briar-roses; feel myfleshTorn, festooned at the same time?Why must my body be bared day and night, compelled to move throughthorns because it desires the touch of roses?Why do I love like this—half in happiness, half in pain, becauseshe does not become to himA little, clouded memory—a dream that he wakes with in the morningsgrown very, very far away and dim?IITo be bound with chains, with flowers.To know scent on my skin and scars,because I love. Because this is he.And he can be no one else, ever again.I'm scared (I thought) because now I amnot free. Because now I must be as he is,go where he goes. Because like Ruth,I must follow him as she followed Naomiinto Canaan . . .JOANMASWESTERLY, No. 1, MARCH, 1968 21

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