About this Site
Medusa has been resting peacefully in her lair for a nice quiet 8 millennium or so.
She has been quiet there, away from the world, disdaining any contact with humanity (she doesn’t like us very much) and generally minding her own business.
However, in 2001, she decided the misrepresentation of myth was just too much to bear, so she broke her silence and emerged .. just a little .. from her comfy cave.
She dictated these stories to a tired and weary writer from the Antipodes, Susanna, who faithfully records her words of wisdom for fear of them being lost forever.
from The Muse as Medusa
by May Sarton
FIRST STANZA
I saw you once, Medusa; we were alone.
I looked you straight in the cold eye, cold.
I was not punished, was not turned to stone –
How to believe the legends I am told?…
SEVENTH STANZA
I turn your face around! It is my face.
That frozen rage is what I must explore –
Oh secret, self-enclosed, and ravaged place!
This is the gift I thank Medusa for.
copyright 1978 from Invocations and Mythologies in May Sarton, Collected Poems, 1930-1993