King Oedipus may have had an eye too many, said Hölderlin and kept climbing. Above the tree line is as blank as the inside of a wrist. Rock stays. Names stay. Names fell on him, hissing.
“Be not thou so foolish nice,
As to be intreated twice;
What should women more incite
Than their own sweet appetite?
Shall savage things more freedom have
Than nature unto women gave?
The swan, the turtle, and the sparrow
Bill awhile, then take the marrow.
They bill, they kiss, what else they do
Come bill, and kiss, and I’ll show you.”
Anonymous | “Invitation to Dalliance”