A rustle of a dress
Against the asphodels.
The ferryman awaits with
A dead butt in an Archaic smile:
A guide to the perfumed House of Hades.
She is slowly passing by
The tumbled busts of
Sobbing Demeter and
No more zealous Zeus,
Apollo will fall wooing
Behind her in the flowers.
They saw her walking freely then.
Statues could not recognize
Themselves in the goddess and
Froze as sobbing osiers.
She hands her clothes
To Phlegyas, buying
A pomegranate:
A dark breast with a hacked heart.
Now welcome, welcome her again,
As she walks on writhing yellowed bodies,
Along the sniffing souls,
Into the howls of ecstasy,
To kneel before the smiling Hades,
As he hands her a love-rose.
***
In your eyes,
Through a pupil,
Through a hole,
I can see
Persephone.
Asphodels
© Copyright: Егор Лановенко, 2008
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