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I Samuel 16:14-23
Miriam
I had a nice voice once, and a large following.
I was, you might say, a star.
Of course, today, no one would ever know
it.
My brothers have managed to corner all the
attention
In spite of some rather dubious behavior.
O I could sing and dance with the best of
them,
Pattern my feet to the jubilant hosannas.
But now I am always silent, always veiled,
Not only in public but in my private chambers
Where there are no mirrors or polished surfaces
In which my white affliction could be reflected.
I’ve even given up going through my
scrapbooks;
The past is past; it is no good to anyone.
Many were lovely once, at least as children.
- Anthony Hecht
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