REPETITIONS, SECOND SERIES
The True Glory of Bellerophon
He, who knows the splendid glory and the worst slander
and envy — he, the beautiful with the unique hair —
what gifts and favors, what golden harnesses, deeds, victories
and his rightful pride: that horse with the white wings, which
brought him to the thrones of the Gods, which, at the last
hour
pushed him to emptiness, so he’d get to know it, so he’d get
to know himself and the world for the first time and for this
he deserved the poet’s verse:
“He now saunters alone in
the Elysium Fields — all alone, next to thorns and fountains,
most handsome, almost watery, with no thirst or hunger”
Manolis Aligizakis 