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Orpheus and Eurydice.

6/29/2016

 
There is this an idea of romantic love out there, an idea of love so dedicated, so complete that one who feels it is believed to be unable to see any flaws in her/his beloved. Which leaves those loved ones feeling insecure  and misunderstood somehow because not all of them is acknowledged, their flaws overlooked for a time being sure to become an issue later on. While they may be afraid of embracing that "complete romantic love" this is what the other person might be feeling:
 Eurydice Talking

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Sometimes we make it to the landing.
I do this for you, after
All, even agony prolonged becomes a joy,
And this is repetition.
The garish snapshot in your mind,

Why am I so patient?
When you place your hand 
Upon the rail, I know my name
Rumors light like running water

As you stray between the yes and no
Then turn to flood the darkness.
What can I tell you?
Desire cannot be commanded.

Once is now, this undertow
Forever. Keep turning.
It was your carelessness
That makes the song worth singing.
​Mark Irwin

[Oh no, girl... No no no no.] 
Here's a piece of advice to Eurydice more eloquently put:

Picture
Orpheus and Eurydice
Peter Paul Rubens
Fragment
This painting adds layers to the portrait of Eurydice: it shows Eurydice who, even though feeling the way she does in the poem, would cling to Orpheus out of selfish  indulgence and would have
                                    ....that idiotic,
witless glance, ebullient but oblivious

as Steve Kowit puts in in his excellent poem Eurydice

The importance of what we want  is clear,
however inaccurate. The sound of it
follows us at distances too close 
to question, like a sound of a dripping
faucet you hear -- listen for, rather -- when 
the faucet is not dripping: a kind
of silence, spliced; or the way an eye
fixes for a moment a star, any star,
then loses it again."Gun" will never do
that for an object, held to the back of your head.
Call it "history". You will learn to forgive it.
You turn around to face your first love,
Darkness, gone. And you hold your own.


Gary Miranda, from Triptych. Orpheus

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