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That friend that’s
What we had, we have. They circle down.
You draw them down like flies.
You laugh, we run
over а red field, turning at the end to blue air,—
you turning, turning again! the river
4 tossing a shoe up, a of hair.
a be the voice that urged Orpheus
When her body was found (Hey, yeah)
be the choiceless hope in grief
That drove him underground (Hey, Wes Я
yeah) 4
be the dreadful need in the devotee у
That made him turn around (Hey, yeah)
And be the immediate forgiveness
ina clearing in woods. [ORPHEUS EURYDICE]
She dozes lightly, Imagine being loved me Wait for me, comin’
naked on the flattened
fragrant grass. Wait, comin’ with you
Orpheus Wait for me, comin’ too
rises; he’s restless.
The way she lies there
it’s as if she’s already
dead—a sight he can’t bear.
And so, without knowing it,
he chooses loss, the one
sure song.
She wakes in time
to see him turn
away and enter the dark
tunnel of trees, humming a tune
he'll soon put words to.