Toothless Charon
in his shabby boat
awaits new passengers.
Meanwhile, fresh asphodels
have already shot up
before the last of the chosen ones
stepped down on the riverbank.
Gustave Dore: Charon on his boat
Toothless Charon
© Copyright: Ирина Гончарова1, 2001
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hello again
*inspired by several verses of yours*
i used to sing this to the ferryman
i used to throw time and lovers at him
they fly and fall on crimson water, and again
tower or empress, sink or swim
just like a hermit in that endless pile
i play my fluite
for the lazy ferryman to hear me
now asking some advice from death
what do i really lack ?
two [of the] swords that slash or hack ?
the sun, the star, the bane ?
don"t leave me here
oh please
come back
for i am so arcane.
Deviant 04.09.2001 02:01 • Заявить о нарушении
*inspired by several verses of yours*
i used to sing this to the ferryman
i used to throw time and lovers at him
they fly and fall on crimson water, and again
tower or empress, sink or swim
just like a hermit in that endless pile
i play my fluite
for the lazy ferryman to hear me
now asking some advice from death
what do i really lack ?
two [of the] swords that slash or hack ?
the sun, the star, the bane ?
don"t leave me here
oh please
come back
for i am so arcane.
Deviant 04.09.2001 02:01 • Заявить о нарушении
hi, i am happy that it works this way. the verse is really great. i do not flatter. please, go ahead. i will post several new poems soon.
Ирина Гончарова1 05.09.2001 01:08 Заявить о нарушении
Ирина Гончарова1 05.09.2001 01:08 Заявить о нарушении