April 17, 2008

Poem for April 15, 2008 – Pyreneus


He would force the Muses as he had forced the nations.
They maddened him. Drunk on his own daring, he attempted flight
and plunged to a messy death. As Ulysses knew,
violence always falls to cunning.
It’s a nice story, anyway.

The tale of Pyreneus, a Thracian king, is a minor episode in Ovid’s Metamorphoses. I’ve both added to and subtracted from it.


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