Double
He met himself inside Hell’s Gate.The face
was older, sadder. ‘You will die for this’.
The other said, ‘and die without a kiss.
Your fame will live, but there won’t be a trace

of any of your work. You’ll be a word
for not trusting enough in simple love,
for over-reaching, aiming far above
what you can do. And be seen as absurd

in farces, and in tragedies just sad.’
Orpheus said,’ I’ve come too far to fail
whatever happens. We will be a tale
forever. If that’s all we are, too bad.

Love never lasts but tales of love live long.
I’ll get her back. But if not, become song.’

Advertisements

About rozkaveney

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

2 Responses to

  1. crowleycrow says:

    Flawless, really, beautifully pointed. Even the harsh last line’s unmusical quality is right in reflecting what will become of him: he can pretend it’s fine but the catch in that line’s throat belies him.

  2. anef says:

    One of the ancient poets could have written this, I think. Unfortunately it’s nearly 30 years since I did Greek verse composition, or I would give it a go.

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