"hyacinthus" poems
hyacinthus, i am selfish
everyone already knows that
i would sacrifice the world for you
and not once consider turning back
the flowers you weaved into wreaths when
we were two boys in love with each other
they sat like crowns upon our heads
we were just two kings in a field of flowers
aphrodite warned me what was written in stone
that my father had given only one throne
she warned me that it could never fit two kings
but when my gaze landed on you, i disagreed
for you, i would have offered my throne
for you, i would have traded my crown
for you, i would have sacrificed the world
for you by my side, i would have let it all burn down
but for you, hyacinthus,
i will also learn to be selfless
i will listen to your soft, dying words
and upon river styx, i will promise:
i will not tear the world apart
to have you by my side again
i will be bitter, i will be vengeful
but i will not act upon my vengeance
for the sake of this undeserving world
for my love towards you, i will be selfless
for the sake of your dying wish, hyacinthus,
i will swear, i will promise:
i will let you go softly,
i will not be selfish,
i will let you go gently, my love—
gently, but not unnoticed
Jul 11, 2021
Jul 11, 2021 at 8:04 PM UTC
O my precious flower of amethyst,
Who blooms in the early spring,
And whose dreadful fate befalls him fast
For any of my everlasting love to last.
To you I will go forth and sing,
As once did my lord, the Sun King,
Of your amaranthine beauty, by which I am bewitched.
By the hands of the West Wind did you fall,
Where you withered in front of your god of light.
For I, your death was my most tragic loss.
But if I had stopped that discus in toss,
I would have prevented this plight
From ever befalling my sight,
And never would I have listened to you wrawl.
To the Messenger did the Sun King flee for comfort,
But I, without you, had no one to go.
Even in death, your fairness remains,
In the shape of the hyacinth, forever contained.
My love for you still overflows,
Even amidst all the woe,
But now, alone, I shall go into summer.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 10:59 PM UTC
they say that aphrodite was the first olympian
and doesn’t that fit?
the concept of love arose
before anything else, before hateful eris and warlike ares
like apollo’s hyacinthus she grew;
not from those gentle spring slopes but
from the frothing passion of sea foam from the tumultuous violence of the waves she arose
beauty, in all its manifestations
before all
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 12:43 AM UTC
zephyros, who killed gentle hyacinthus in
a fit a passion
was condemned for the crime
for that passion borne of love for a boy
his penance was and is paid in eternal service to the god eros
god of love and god of understanding for
violent zephyros, driven mad by what he could not have
zephyros’s wind warms us all
all who gaze upon the forbidden
those fist clenchers, those hopeless romantics, those desperate addicts of whirlwind violent passion
zephyros
who coined the very concept of love-driven insanity, who murdered his would-be paramour
is the patron saint of [our] desperation
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 12:57 AM UTC
flies trapped in honey
narcissus drowning
sweating in your hospital bed
milk in your veins
adonis dying
electrodes to your head
morphine dreams
hyacinthus bleeding
bang bang, you’re dead
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 11:27 PM UTC