I am everything I ever was, in this moment, and everything I will ever be will never be again.
If it is better to die losing, to die for a just memory, a sublime moment, than to live on terms unchosen.
I will look back on what I have lost, and love that moment as intensely as though I had realised that wish.
If only to love what I have lost, to love what may perhaps have been, is to love everything what was that makes me what I am.
Orpheus may have lost his Eurydice, but in that moment of his loss, his surprise, he loved her so deeply that his life was packed into that moment so tightly that he will never love that way again, so it is best Eurydice departed for she would never be loved so deeply as she was in that moment.
Orpheus to Eurydice (An inversion of Browning's Eurydice to Orpheus)
Darkness has so long clothed your spirit,
dull shadows have dark-rimmed your eyes.
I would turn as certainly as Phoebus flies
but Hades' terms have been thus writ.
My long-lost Love, call my name!
Does your pallor appear the same
as when your hand went cold in mine?
Your eyes once did twinkle, your hair was fine.
Be not over coy and dissemble,
does your smile softly tremble
when I breathe of soft loves divine?
O’ Eurydice, speak once more,
beloved woman I so deeply adore.
Eurydice, are you still there?
If a picture tells a thousand stories, poems convey a million meanings.
Orpheus's Genres: poetry that looks at the fallen condition Human, mythology, history, unrequited love, adoring dotage and a whole range of political issues.
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