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 More poetry from The Atlantic Monthly. Also by Glyn Maxwell: Poem in Blank Rhyme (1991) From Atlantic Unbound: Interview: "Breath and Daylight" (June 14, 2001) A conversation with Glyn Maxwell. By John DeStefano |
Rumpelstiltskin
by Glyn Maxwell .....  Hear Glyn Maxwell read this poem (requires RealPlayer)."Your name is Rumpelstiltskin!" cried The Queen. "It's not," he lied. "I lied The time you heard me say it was." "I never heard you. It's a guess," She lied. He lied: "My name is Zed." She told the truth: "You're turning red, Zed." He said: "That's not my name!" "You're turning red, though, all the same." "Liar!" he cried: "I'm turning blue." And this was absolutely true. And then he tore himself in two, As liars tend to have to do.
Copyright © 1992 by Glyn Maxwell. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; January 1992; Rumpelstiltskin; Volume 269, No. 1; page 89. | [an error occurred while processing this directive] | ||
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