Orpheus/Sonnet-Patricia Barber

[ti:OrpheusSonnet] [ar:Patricia Barber] [al:mythologies] [offset:0] [00:01.02]Orpheus/Sonnet - Patricia Barber [00:17.49]These days, I have become a collector [00:27.32]Tender of the flimsy, yellow, and still [00:33.59] [00:36.91]Putting one foot in front of the other [00:44.96] [00:47.64]I take the formless to heart, and I fill [00:54.83]Pots with dirt and myself with cold white wine [01:06.36]Utterly beside the point in straw hat [01:11.63]And fussing with flowers, I am consigned [01:16.88]Neither to here nor there, to this and that [01:24.42]Long since the Furies cried, I’ve been alone [01:34.13]For gods don’t rejoice in the death of two [01:42.86] [03:10.98]Doggedly, like Sisyphus and his stone [03:20.15] [03:21.34]I push, but second chances are so few [03:30.12] [03:51.44]When I stumble, kind eyes avert their gaze [03:58.13] [03:59.13]And we fall each time I look back, these days