There was a dead tree in the woods
whose two remaining limbs sprang upward
in semblance of a lyre.
And now
one has snapped off. What remains
cannot signify.
O Orpheus,
lend me power to sing
the unheard music of that vanished lyre.
There was a dead tree in the woods
whose two remaining limbs sprang upward
in semblance of a lyre.
And now
one has snapped off. What remains
cannot signify.
O Orpheus,
lend me power to sing
the unheard music of that vanished lyre.