Is she like Calypso
in *The Camomile Lawn,*
knelt down and speechless
by the fire, resembling 
Jennifer Ehle so closely, 
as the camera lingers
at her being naked as a jaybird,
and quite comely at that?

Or is she perhaps 
more like Felicitas 
in *Flesh and the Devil,*
a dead ringer for Greta Garbo,
who brazenly encouraged 
illicit love and rivalry, only 
to go quietly by falling 
through thin ice?

Sometimes the siren's call 
is more a winsome variation 
in its silence.