QUESTIONS TO ORPHEUS Poem by Giovanni Quessep

And now here in your abyss
what are you going to do, Orpheus,
if it is deeper than the kingdom
that gives a lunar and alienated whiteness
to the hands of Eurydice.
Pray for her to the god
just as the beggar asks for his crust,
or, maybe, for a coin
to reach again the ship of the dead?
What will you do when your lyre
makes the irises and the constellations dance,
but your beloved Eurydice
doesn't know that it is for her
that the sky is half a pomegranate,
and the other half that spins, the infinite prairie?
What will you do? sing alone
pure as an adolescent, or
become a beast in the garden, maybe
your boar and your Adonis? Oh father of the abyss,
if a splendor blinds us, let at least our song to flow, and our lyre to
say, at the end, Eurydice, and up to the island of Lesbos
Eurydice, Eurydice, Eurydice...