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?…

I turned your face around! It is my face.

That frozen rage is what I must explore--

Oh secret, self-enclosed and ravaged place!

That is the gift I thank Medusa for.

-May Sarton, "The Muse as Medusa"