Prometheus On His Crag
Can see Io fleeting across the map,
A rout of tribulation - a cry
Bucking the bee of the Creator.
And she can see him - a relief
Carved into summit granite,
Quarried by the Creator's offal-eater.
Is she his secret soul - or is he hers?
If she could rest, would his chains drop off him?
If he could burst his chains, could she rest?
It matters.
3 comments:
Very stylish Blog, keep up the good work.
Cheers dude
Just wondering where you found the Hughes poem--it's not in his 1973 collection "Prometheus on his crag"
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