Struggling to Hear/Tenth Elegy
When Orpheus failed to bring Eurydice out of
he fell in love with a Lament.
He wanders through this quaint land,
absentmindedly plucking the strings of his lyre,
bringing forth pure notes that melt into
an empty twilight,
but the silence of the streets unnerves him,
the roaring in his ears wash over his creations,
and he wonders if he has become deaf.
It is nice to imagine that after he had his fill of
plucking the strings of his lyre for the sun
he died with dignified tragedy—
Take your pick:
ripped apart limb by limb.
It is so dark,
but is that not
how we return to the forms?
Don’t look back!, don’t look back,
but then how would we know that what we have brought back
*(images by Idris Khan)