Freud's Narcissus Poem by Sibghatullah Khan

After the Nazi annexation of Austria, Sigmund Freud left Vienna for London in 1938. By that time, he had already become a celebrated psychoanalyst. Virginia Woolf famously went to see him, and he gave her a narcissus. That small but significant event has inspired this poem. Since Virginia Woolf died two years after seeing Freud, I haven't given any credit to Freud's narcissus. But it excites my imagination to look at her art, her insanity fits that punctuated her novel writings, her prosaic marriage with Leonard Woolf, and ultimately her suicide (in 1941) in the context of Freud's gift to her. The readers are welcome to comment on this imagination.