The Honeyed Fruit letra

The honeyed fruit they offered dripped forgetfulness. Those who tasted it fell where they were, dreaming, their faces smeared smiling with the sweetness of the end of any desire for home. I drove them, weeping, to their rowing benches and tied them in, but still they moaned, straining to look back over their shoulders at the disappearing shore, like children carried off from their calling mothers.

Sarah Kirkland Snider - Letras

• And Then You Shall Be Lost Indeed
• As He Looks Out to Sea
• Baby Teeth, Bones and Bullets
• Calypso
• Circe and the Hanged Man
• Dead Friend
• Home
• I Died of Waiting
• Nausicaa
• Open Hands
• The Honeyed Fruit
• The Lotus Eaters
• The Stranger With The Face Of a Man I Loved
• This Is What You're Like