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Rebecca
Raphael
reads
To Erato
in Real Audio
format.
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How can I sing to you? You sing impossible
Love; I have not seen or heard the lovers,
Real and present, who live that word incarnate,
Live
it and know it.
Tell the tale again: how Psyche’s lover
Masked himself in darkness, would not surrender
Anonymity, not submit to being
Known
by a mortal.
Psyche let the lamplight fall on Eros —
Beauty, Lover, son of Love — and so let
Fall the drop of burning oil. He fled her,
Back
to the goddess.
Long she labored, after death denied her:
Learned persistence, patience, and letting go when
Human effort fails the task. Some passing
God
fills your vessel.
“One more errand: go to the house of Hades.
Go to Death and carry back Death’s beauty.
Mortal, look and die if you see that death is
Beauty, as love is.”
Even if you teach me, I no longer
Look for one to whom I could sing your songs. No
Goddess voice will serve me where I must be
Silent
and know him.
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