I also decided to reflect my thoughts on the sad fate of Eurydice in this short poem, with a less than romantic tone.
EURYDICE’S POINT OF VIEW
The stupid fool, he looked back, lost his head.
I could have killed him,
But I was once more dead.
Downwards.
I crossed a river swollen with grief,
Crossed another flowing fast
With lost remembrances of life.
Then I remembered who walked before me
His back always to me.
Upwards.
I crossed by the dog drugged by song.
Its three heads were blind to me
Step by step, note by note, pulse by pulse
I felt the world return for me
Upwards, upwards.
He looked back, lost his head, the stupid fool,
An artist, he never could follow a rule.
Downwards, downwards, downwards.