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Sappho Tell Me
Sappho, is such a horrible desire right?
To love Pallas Athena, her eyes so bright?
Sappho there must be such a horrible cure?
For such love impure?
Sappho, is there way to see her desire right?
When her gaze sets pythian visions alight?
Will there be a way for her love to be true,
for she loves not two?
Sappho, are there ways to let Athena play?
Play at love instead of war, let her mind stray?
To let her learn of art instead of sport, and
lead her desire damned?
Sappho, can we enlist golden Apollo?
To make her laugh not so terribly hollow?
Can we borrow the sun to set grey alight?
For her burning sight?
Sappho tell me true,
The many things I must do
For her to love me
Devotion 101
I want to compare
Her eyes to a storm
His biting words to the frost
painted by winter's breath
It's so much more
Than love and devotion
could ever whisper true
How sweet would the grave
be, if she were the one to dig it?
Would it fit me perfectly,
Osiris's golden coffin?
Would I jump right into the fray
If Hector's eyes sought mine in the day?
All I have are putrid thoughts
Of desire, enough to burn
Like those little ants
Under the magnifying glass
Or Icarus on the wing
Is desire enough to come undone?
Is it enough, hands pruned,
heart in supernova,
hair in tornado,
is desire enough
To achieve the one goal,
To live forever,
To live forever,
To live forever,
Must we achieve that goal,
for sadness drags us on that route
her hair long ago combed, hands supple as youth?
Must Aphrodite be so sublime,
so terrible, so more divine?
Is it not enough to live
for the now and only for now?
To live for her hands tracing me?
Her eyes latched to mine?
Must we live forever?
A Conversation Between a Mother and Her Daughter
Was my sacrifice in vain?
Clytemnestra mother,
In Atreus's house
Did evil win?
Tell me true
Of our
Curse
Iphigenia daughter
He died for all his sins
And as he went down
He last screamed out
A curse, no
A name,
Yours
Clytemnestra Mother mine
How did my father die
Were the hands yours, or
Small Orestes
How did that
Man meet
Death?
Iphigenia daughter
Those wretched hands were mine
Bitter savored blood
Like flowers in
The showers
Of the
Spring
Clytemnestra Cursed Wretch
How could the queen kill king
Was my death in vain
It was to cleanse
Orestes
Avenge
Me
Iphigenia you don't
Comprehend the pain that
I went through in years
When he was on
The Trojan
Battle
Field
Clytemnestra I was a
Daughter led to slaughter
Like a bull in the
Time of the spring
Was my choice
To die
Young
Tell little Orestes to
Avenge my sacrifice
Of saving the whole
Of Mycenae
With six last
Bitter
Words
“I do not refuse to die”