CATULLUS 58B

I’d need to have the feet Daedalus made
for his vast robot, Talos, who could run
round Crete thrice every day, or chase the sun
on Pegasus or have the boots inlaid

with wings on which the hero Perseus flew
or Rhesus’ snow-white chariot-racing team.
I’d have to fly the way I do in dream.
Winged feet. Winged horses. And my own wings too.

If you could give me those – you move so fast
that you must have them. No-one ever finds
you. You must have the speed of winds
to hide from all your friends. And then, at last,

when I catch up to you, tired to the bone
from chasing, I’d fall down, sleep like a stone.

Advertisements

About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

One Response to CATULLUS 58B

  1. fastfwd says:

    These are all wonderful, Roz.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s