Thursday, 14 July 2011

Dioscuri

My mother, Leda
Where have you gone,
I can hear my brother calling;

My brother, Kastor,
He comes anon,
I cannot be a dawdling.

My father,
The swan,
Did save us both from falling.

And me, Pollux,
To Hades I am gone,
Your relief my fellow hatch-ling.

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