Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney

How he returned

Orpheus walked awhile alone in Hell,
sunless and songless. Then came to a stream
whose surface spangled. Sometimes, in a dream,
puddles have colours like that. Asphodel

Grew there and lilies. If you bent and drank
you would forget and wander a blank soul
with no identity. But plunge in whole
as he did, and gulped water as he sank,

and you will be reborn. And so he was
over and over. Always poetry
his calling, so that when all poets die
they have a moment's certainty because

Orpheus' life and death end in this choice
to be reborn in all true poet's voice.
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