Many thanks to Matthew Silverman, editor at The Blue Lyra for publishing two of my poems. The fall issue includes work by B.Z. Niditch, Yvette Moreno, and Yehoshua November. (I don't know the artist who painted Orpheus playing his lyre near the blue-green ocean. He's all one here before the maenads tore him to pieces.)
Vega, one of the brightest stars in the sky, is in the constellation Lyra.
Orpheus beheaded, by Redon.
And as they floated down the gentle current
The lyre made mournful sounds, and the tongue murmured
In mournful harmony, and the banks echoed
The strains of mourning.
The lyre made mournful sounds, and the tongue murmured
In mournful harmony, and the banks echoed
The strains of mourning.
— from Metamorphoses, Book 11 (tr. Rolfe Humphries)
