Crossroads


Hecaté, Hecaté, dark witch spices,

Give me your omens of love and wisdom;

Guarding the crossroads, cold Diana

Looks to the left and looks to the right.

 

Look to the luminous egg-moon other,

(Where is the truth of impersonal sun?

How goes the chariot, bright Phaethon,

How goes the mania, searing-wild clarity?)

 

Look to the winter of raped Proserpina,

Orpheus' glance, look how love is unwilling,

Love is exceeding, how bleeding in excess:

Look at the lover took life as his elegy.

 

Son of sun took light for truth,

Son of man took death for life.

-- Sally Clay
July 1961


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