sappho-105a

You: an Achilles’ apple

Blushing sweet on a high branch

At the tip of the tallest tree.

You escaped those who would pluck your fruit.

Not that they didn’t try. No,

They could not forget you

Poised beyond their reach.

“There is in every madman

a misunderstood genius

whose idea

shining in his head

frightened people

and for whom delirium was the only solution

to the strangulation

that life had prepared for him”

Antonin Artaud