Narcissus Poem by Amy PattersonBocchi

Narcissus



Water ripples the bank-
In the shadows of Echo's great mountain.
He lies prostrate over the edge,
Staring intensely into the pool.

From crimson dawn to violet dusk- he pines.
Vainly he reaches- to kiss, to caress;
But cursed he is for prideful disdain.
the image removes- panic bursts forth.

Vexed by his desire-
Knowing he will never press against warm breast.
Fretting distance,
Denying self-exile.

By moonlight dreams itch unconscious.
Clutching chest in grief,
Emanating groan from the deep-
Born of sorrow, paralysed youth.

With the sun comes attending nymph;
Bestowing gifts upon fragile figure-
But in nothing does he indulge.
He wretches, flagellates- consumed.

His trembling spirit-
Lovely face, now gaunt.
Till the nymphs' attending hour-
He is gone.

In his place- sweet ivory jonquil.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The story is familiar- inspiration taken from a Renaissance artist.
I wanted to examine the emotion while evoking beauty.
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