I lost Eurydice in the darkness.
Darkness. Thick, vast and null
as my view of god,
as what fills her absence,
as indigo gel made from China ink.
I saw her face for a thunderclap.
She vanished into the void
an instant after I looked back,
her eyes breaking the black
as she gazed towards me.
Darkness is the shade
of secrets I will never tell.
Darkness in my mouth
hides the coin on my tongue.
Darkness in each chambered nautilus
within me, those quiet spaces
where I honor the dead
calling out their names.
Eurydice
Eurydice
Eurydice.
Monday, August 08, 2005
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I love this poem, based on a dynamite myth..so many passages just sing...
I saw her face for a thunderclap.
and...
Darkness in my mouth
hides the coin on my tongue.
Darkness in each chambered nautilus
within me, those quiet spaces
where I honor the dead
calling out their names.
Eurydice
lovely!
Pris
Had to google the myth to get the poem. Great write Keros!!
At least, I get the first part. It seems to veer from the myth, at least what I briefly read about it, from there
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