REPETITIONS, SECOND SERIES
The Golden Fleece
Why did we seek the Golden Fleece — new ordeal — perhaps
the greatest;
deaths, the Symplegades, killings; and Hercules forgotten
in Mysia;
and the handsome Ylas drowned in the spring with no new oar
nor rest. Colchis, Aeetes, Medea. The bull with the bronze
feet.
The potion and the useless struggle. And then Apsirtus —
whose pieces
gathered from the sea by his father.
And that fleece —
completed task, a different fear: don’t let a mortal or God take it
from you, sometimes hold it with your hands, so its golden hairs
will light your nights, other times on your shoulder, so it will
light your whole body, to make you a target of these and those;
and it will never leave you in a shade, or in your tiny corner, to
hide, to undress and to exist.
However, what our lives would be without this golden (as we
call it) ordeal?
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