Do Live Stealthy Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

Stratonice, sterile queen, clutches her heart but allows
King Deiotaros to have intercourse with slave Electra,
in order to have a successor prince and a prospect.

Virgin Electra kept her eyes hermetically closed
avoiding to see the king as a stallion over her body,
kept them closed while walking to jail with her secret.

A wise sent a letter telling her 'do live stealthy', since
then, she humbly rejoices, sheds tears and whispers:
'Having stolen my desires they made me a rich one.
Virtue is not a booty to grab it. Fortunately for me,
my son is free and tomorrow will be the King of Gaul.'

She weeps in her cell but she needs no friends,
with vigor she conceived a seed that now yields crop,
she can’t see from inside her happiness done outside
the home of a virtuous person is any land, even a cell.

She asks a loom and, as Aretafila of Cyrene did,
she will confess in the woven her inner secrets:
two bodies in love and a lion with crown (her son) .
Feels pain for what she hides rather than what it hurts,
on her pillow now she embroiders the head of his son
starts caressing him with her hair, kisses him softly.
She weaves half-truths, but truth is explicit in the light.