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Created on 2007-03-31 15:34:58 (#12619090), last updated 2009-06-10

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Name:	Madly Blooming Princess
Website:	Aural Vampire

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Love can be sharp
as the point of a knife,
as piercing as a sliver of glass.
My sisters did not know this.
They thought love was an old slipper:
pull it on and it fits.
They did not know this secret of the world:
the wrong word can kill.
It cost them their lives.

Princes understood the world,
they knew the nuance of the tongue,
they are bred up in it.
A shoe is not a shoe:
it implies miles, it suggests length,
it measures and makes solid.
It wears and is worn.
Where there is a shoe, there must be a match.
Otherwise the kingdom limps along.

Glass is not glass
in the language of love:
it implies sight, it suggests depth,
it mirrors and makes real,
it is sought and is seen.
What is made of glass reflects the gazer,
A queen must be made of glass.

I spoke to the prince in that secret tongue,
the diplomacy of courting,
he using shoes, I using glass,
and all my sisters saw was a slipper,
too long in the heel,
too short in the toe.
What else could they use but a knife?
What else could he see but the declaration of war?

Princes understand the world,
they know the nuances of the tongue,
they are bred up on it.
On war as in life they take no prisoners
And they always marry the other shoe.
Jane Yolen, "Knives"

How real do you want me to be?

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