HIPPOLYTOS (2004)
have you seen
what I say
stripped away
all coverings
clear to the gods
the old man smiled
yes hippolytos
we are servants of divinity
yet hear aphrodite
for she is deity
as a sculptor
taps the peg
seeking likeness
in a mass of stone
we take on human attributes
such is cypris aphrodite
I saw her in my neighbours yard
I took her for a god
those heavy flanks
seemed cast in bronze
her white dress
careless in the breeze
like snow on Ida
she was setting beet
she used a switch of olive
to chase away the gnats
her animal eye
nut brown
fastened onto me
as a burning poker
brands an ox
I did not flinch
but let her search
my soul as an anchor
dropping to the ocean bed
plummets into murky depths
and spears of light
permit the deep
a glimpse at last
of helios
then coral lips
pronounced a name
as if persephone
were there whom
theseus has heard
now your father
walks in hell
to help a mate
procure a girl
from the bowels of pluto
all men dream of love
foiled in beauty
remember helen
or penelope
theirs was doting love
she was mine
like sea spray
on the face
the garland of our ships
no filthy persian
stood on me
but with a wink hippolytos
I was lost
could I argue
I was old
what did she care
with a whoop
we were in love
unstoppable and me
in the sack
not so lithe perhaps
so why
dont ask
what would reason
have with me
a stewed old prune
be careful boy
and not too proud
for see how venus
had her way
changed me from a crone
into a foolish lad
with hands all over
that greek dame
be mindful then
hippolytos
feel aphrodite
standing here and pray
as he sat
hippolytos
gathered his thoughts
as a fisherman his nets
to glean the harvest
of the old mans words
then as if a shocking mass
of weird sea creatures
met his eyes replied
where aphrodites dart coerces
the huntress brings productive thought
but she abhors those prophets
who would penetrate her mystery
her fecundity and motion lost
to any souls disdaining to admire her
self reliance is the path to artemis
she is running in these thickets
do not seek our lady
her dogs the arrows sharpened tip
may find you soon enough
not artemis but cypris
had long since
seized her prey
phaedra
whose thin frame wasted
whose very bed was agony
her face as pale
as cloth
whose colour has bled dry
this is aphrodite
she had sown this illness
deep into her mind
through this woman
phaedra
wife of theseus
stepmother to hippolytos
she will kill hippolytos
who boasts
her godhead holds no power
she cannot brook this arrogance
today shall this young man
through love of life
whose priest he is
perish of his effort
the nurse arrived
and phaedra
knowing she must speak or die
let the nurse
inside her malady
who knows my family
knows that love
has never favoured us
remember pasiphae
my mother was herself
until his form appeared
a massy white
inside the pen
poseidons bull
bellowing joy
a chuff of straw
idling on his jaw
pasiphae went in
the finches lighted
from his back
a spray of leaves
she gave to him
mindful of his body then
amazed at how it shivered
she distracted him with song
the music did not please him
and he trotted off
to find the herd
ancient laws dictate
we have relation
only with our kind
the while of loveless nights
convinced her they were wrong
the run of life belonged to her
if only she would bridle it
she thought to meet the animal
braced in a machine reluctantly
the sculptor daedalus
hammered out a wooden beast
into which my mother climbed
then mated with the bull
I feel sorry for their child
the minotaur
whose monstrous shape
was cruelly bound
inside the maze
human flesh
to sway her guilt
the food of this poor child
but my sister ariadne
read his pain
ariadne understood
ariadne
in the shade
tastes the perfume
of the rose
wondering
on its mystery
bacchus laughed
unmindful
his beard smelt awful
his penis wrung
with scars
a stretch of berries
hindered her she stopped
to free her body
but he had gone
theseus
a type of boy
though he had me
in my loins
his wife
his image dances
in the son
it landed like a dove
inside hippolytos
I stammer to pronounce his name
hippolytos
spawn of antiope
whose strange devotions
puzzled me
I tried to tear myself away
but nothing helped
the moon was fingernail
when I first saw
the bastard son of theseus
here to watch the mysteries
dressed in shining linen
garlanded as royalty
until the moon grew full
from a temple given
to the goddess aphrodite
peering through the myrtle
I watched hippolytos
the pain of love is terrible
if I cannot have him
this love will be my end
the nurse pretended fright
but was eager to hear more
for the god already
moved in her and to the nurse
such gossip seemed adventurous
why speak of him this way
a harmless crush
is one thing
but do not say
you are in love
my thoughts are all hippolytos
whose horses graze
the rivers coolest shade
they crop the sweetest stems
sprinkled with the morning dew
their ears pricked for their owner
expectant as my heart
as I wait for his return
the nurse let out a sigh
then why not ply
a stepchilds love
after all he is a man
a handsome man
who must see in you
a woman even owning
as he does
such religious ways
I will see hippolytos
and so she did
under pretext that her lady
sought a cure for loneliness
hippolytos
thinking she meant theseus
whose return was due
at any time thus hoping
to bring phaedra
news and cure in one
it was easy for the nurse
to lure hippolytos
from the hunt
into her ladys chamber
the sound his foot tread makes
causes her to bite her lip
wring her hands and cast
her glance toward the ground
she makes to go
but quickly turns
then lays herself back down
despite him having entered
she is waiting on her bed
her eyes stare hard
she follows a thought
to its end
a tear flows down
hippolytos is there
his left foot steps inside
his right remains behind
his arms hang by his side
his right fist holds a bridle
he is afraid to look at her
for now her eyes are hidden
her head is lowered
her face is dark
her dress unkempt
as if the twilight and the wind
had wrestled with her form
on the bed frame
a meander carved
his fathers path
inside the maze
then a sudden fantasy
lodges in his brain
phaedra rises from the blue
as the half moon
mushrooms from the sky
her peplos filled with rain
I have brought to you
these poppies
pulled from sand
this shell
whispering
the gods command
he smiles at her
but with the air of custom
then cannot hide a frown
when he sees she will not speak
she notices the bridle
and the bit
imagining the flock
hippolytos would guide
their rolling eyes
and coursing manes
the galloping steeds thrown
wide across the marshy plains
hippolytos would charge
his horses to press faster
the chariot clears the point
his fluttering tunic and his feet
grip firmly to the floor
still she cannot look at him
some illness mother
then feels she might cry
for she sees how far away
his good intentions place him
her sleeping pains awake
a silence grows within her
like the turning of a wave
how much she wants him
then she hears herself to say
it is not illness that has kept me
but worry over you
where have you been
hippolytos
I have not seen you
these past days
I was worried
just as theseus
had gone away so too
you had abandoned me
mother what can I say
what mother or relation
could be standing here
only phaedra who must speak
for love of you
hippolytos
you steer my sorrow into bliss
come closer here at least
you owe your love a kiss
could I be hearing this
to go this far and not convince
yourself to check this whim
I am not sure I feel pity
or absolute disgust
the daring of a woman
who must have her way in love
beyond all law and decency
have you confused my graciousness
my innocence and quiet faith
with some place
where vulgarity and lust
would steal where love
would decimate
this sullen pathway
bent to god
the pious man
who will not damn
or violate
another soul
is judged a fool
by men
and yet he lives in fear
of god
but phaedra would not stop
if you deny your age
and youthful rights
this discipline
your daily prayers and abstinence
are senseless chores
if they deny your soul
what is your resistance worth
there is a time for that
in all of us
but if we open up and love
the greater we become
not reserve
but bravery
guards the freedom
of our soul
nothing less than love awaits
hippolytos
why are you sad
whom do you mourn
I will sing a song for you
the glinting waves
will carry you
while we are alive
your soul as quiet
and as peaceful
as a soul may be
if it passes by me
ill catch it in my hand
again restore your life
then you shall see me
through different eyes
not gaze on me as woman
nor blush to see my form
silver backed
we shall be fishes
you and I
as dolphins twine
the bosphorus
hearing this hippolytos
ran off in disgust
phaedra now
had gripped the jar
of life peered in
and found it empty
cypris made this lacking seem
heavier than anything
reserved for atlas
she takes the rope
knots it carefully
just as a serpent
its belly full of fire
curls into a ball
before it casts its skin
to pass within
and breach the flame
finding immortality
it slid in stops
as an adder
its poison stabbing
helpless prey
so it was done
what could be done
for this sad lady
what deeper green
than envy of the god
passion always bears along
a cruel attendant shame
offered it by those aghast
not knowing what to feel
question it a little
causing the advancing fire
to turn upon itself
bringing it to tragedy and death
no attacking force or rage
serves to challenge love
that multiplies its feeling
small doubts a brief wrong sign
will smash the heart of fury
strange knowing that the mouse
with a nibbling of gratitude
might save the royal cause
where opposition battles
with clear and honourable form
envy strikes through love itself
what cares once held now maim
the thorn brings down the lion
what sharper goad than cypris
for now the nurse
desperate to uphold
her ladys name
or through her mistress
dodge the blame
penned a note
to theseus
as if it came
from phaedras hand
stating callous lust
had moved hippolytos
to violate her trust
it is hard to think
such mindless guff
would be believed
but it was believed
which shows with what
mistrust hippolytos
was held by those
who cannot bear to find
choice and laughter
so fondly placed
inside a man
for theseus returned
and the boy
was brought to him
so theseus began
there is a law that states
not paying now
will cost you later
until the debt is paid
you must live exiled
from your nature
but do not think
your death will cancel
any dues for the debt
moves to your children
this whole world
if left undone
the further such debt passes
the greater interest it accrues
then at last assumes
the nature of a curse
a curse is real hippolytos
as fatal as the injuries
which tear apart the flesh
but they will never tell me
what part of you
brought the other part along
the gods alone
must know your wrong
they threw darkness on your soul
hippolytos unmoved
strangely calm replied
that old honest man and wife
the gods held in a cave
when their only child was born
this was their home
for thirty years
as for the child
a god had sealed his mouth
and in the dark
he was soon forgotten
by his own but not the gods
who fed him with their thought
then one day the god
held out the key
to this young man saying
you will leave this prison
for you have waited patiently
but now even though
they rail against you
you must eat your family
for you will need the energy
to pass away from here
the young mans tears replied
if that is what must be
why lock me up
so needlessly
beside such ignorance
to this the god replied
it only seems as such
for I have fed you all this time
this was the life of man
now you will see me as I am
it does not pay
to bend quietly
beneath the yoke
following orders
that seem awry
if one cries out
or waits quietly
one must grasp
to know the gods
means one finds
in suffering
beautiful necessity
I did not live as them
mine was the bidding
of olympians
they made the word my home
the sea road and the land locked
ways the wandering cloak
of ulysses was mine
how the years flew by
more than once I hoped to find
the mountains of my home
these men will vouch
for my sincerity
they will see my will is done
the punishments of law
now will never satisfy
say truly what was done
you will see right judgement cast
not from my hand or from
the laws of state but force
delivered by the gods alone
do women marry fools
by these buckskin boots
I will not spare my son
but you are scared
you hope to dodge
the dirty work
of bringing him
before me now
men of troezen
fond familiars of my son
speak or see
how innocence strays
to lawlessness and damns its soil
does baseless lust disgust you
the crowd was silent for they saw
the judgment rested with the boy
but hippolytos bowed his head
his argument was wasted
in such a place
with such a crowd
well shall I now condemn my son
we waste our time in argument
see that no one passes
until I bring a greater word
theseus raves
he legs the square
not knowing
who to blame
running through
the puzzle of her death
must he kill
better to banish
let him trail his shadow
along some foreign beach
along with this
poseidon wills
to grant my wish
and you will know
his punishment
the chariot
thunders in the shade
hippolytos insane
calling artemis
to bring down war on all
asking her to cure his fathers
crazy mind to free him
of jealousy revenge
of blindness in love
he veers onto the beach
but then he falters
he looks to sea
for suddenly
growing from the deep
a mound of water
bursts the ocean plate
the sea explodes
a roaring bellow
spirals from the waves
silver horns
a ruddy head
whose eyeballs bulge
and flick in spasms
the body of an ox
hung with kelp
a fishes tail
whaps the sand
it mounts the shore
with frightening speed
the coastline thudders
animals
bolt to safety
trees draw back
who but hippolytos
to meet the beast
he drags hard
upon the reins
the horses now
terrified beyond belief
tumbling down afraid
to look around
tangled in the reins
a bloody spindle
dashed against the rocks
the body of hippolytos
but artemis preserved his mind
that he might hear her
one last time
as when after rain
the rivers form
the sun returns
and peace revives
the heart of things
so hippolytos
spoke to artemis
I am calm
knowing the gods
meet at this place
here is my end
artemis you see
my dear hippolytos
now you are destroyed
you sneered at death
as if it were a wrestler
but cypris has no counter
then your servant dies
just as there the wet moon lies
floating on its back
you must often hear such cries
across the ocean
from the human soul adrift
alone aboard self governance
grappling with the life force
on our own
shaping it at times
or bludgeoned by it
forming weaponry
and careful arts
to cure ourselves and others
of all sickness
they say that anyone
who has not been
a philosopher this way
governing themselves
above all else
enemies of conscience
alone like gods
that these reluctant ones
truly have not come to life
not seen their own divinity
artemis was there
blazing as the sun she said
thus you have lived
so you are my friend
I must not see your death
then artemis left
suddenly the sky
was bathed in colour
just as the painters brush
dropped in water
dyes it red
this was the message
of the virgin to the dead