Tilly
Ode Of Orpheu
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Above the ground I see my poetry's blood
Above the ground I see my poetry's pain
He travels after a winter sun,
Urging the cattle along a cold red road,
Calling to them, a voice they know,
He drives his beasts above Cabra.
Boor, bond of the herd,
Tonight stretch full by the fire!
I bleed by the black stream
For my torn bough!
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The voice tells them home is warm.
They moo and make brute music with their hoofs.
He drives them with a flowering branch before him,
Smoke pluming their foreheads.
Boor, bond of the herd,
Tonight stretch full by the fire!
I bleed by the black stream
For my torn bough!
Boor, bond of the herd,
Tonight stretch full by the fire!
I bleed by the black stream
For my torn bough!