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In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:Three Poems JANE BLANCHARD Persephone This business of dividing time is not The easiest. Six months below with him; Six months above with her—such means a lot Of moving out and settling in. For them, I must abandon home and habits twice A year and never have a moment to Myself. It seems the greater sacrifice Is mine than theirs. I come and go when due As set forth in a compromise once made Or rather ordered. Being loved so much Is less a blessing than a curse. Afraid I may get used to staying out of touch, My husband and my mother have proved loath To understand I always care for both. arion 26.3 winter 2019 Midas Whatever touched would turn to gold! Allowed one wish, he made his choice, Then reached to grasp all he could hold: Whatever touched would turn to gold! The impact could not be controlled. The wish he wished he could unvoice? Whatever touched would turn to gold! Allowed one wish, he made his choice. 70 three poems Sisyphus I roll the bolder up the hill. The bolder rolls back down again. There is to be no standing still. My efforts take no thought or skill; The next is what the last has been: I roll the bolder up the hill. Repeatedly, I find no thrill In this relentless discipline. There is to be no standing still. Time after time, the selfsame drill Gets old and even older when I roll the bolder up the hill. The chance of any change is nil. Since I am doomed, to my chagrin, There is to be no standing still. According to some greater will, The bolder rolls its rolls, and then I roll the bolder up the hill. There is to be no standing still. Jane Blanchard 71...