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Orpheus and Eurydice
A sudden silence. I would write to you
but the birds are circling: that promises rain
and other auguries I am too pressed to know. Again
silence. The birds fly from my mouth, and I
who wept last night for Orpheus, cannot cry
my own sunrise in glory and in dew.
There is eternal love; thus Hermes said.
I remember, pressed against the loam
of a far hill, and frightened to go home,
my shattered thoughts focused upon one thought,
=I will remember you,‘ and so you brought
my body and my soul back from the dead.
How long we are betrayed! The living string
that plays on memory keeps silence now
although I pause to hear. I think on how
you could have found me after all this time
and know I found you, and that in this rhyme
is all you are: I looked back, and I sing.
The following poems, with some changes, have appeared in these publications:
The Beloit Poetry Journal, ?Seattle?
Outerbridge, =Sometimes I hardly know which one of us I am.‘; =I want today to talk to you of work –‘; ?Spring,
The Lyric, ?Exile,? =Life Comes Flying‘
Sojourner, ?Men?; ?Eclipse of the Moon?
The Other End of the Couch, =Feeling is touching, Knowledge, thoughts, and dreams‘
The World Guild Poetry Magazine, ?Moving?; ?Morning?
The Hudson River Review, ?Breaking Up?
Mati, ?Train of Thought?; ?The Uselessness of the Common of Garden Variety of Experience?
Phoebus, =light and dark alone are waste.‘
Poetry from Sojourner, ?Eclipse of the Moon?