Wretched Hearts
Pylades: I promise to support you, show I care.
Orestes: That is a wretched task.
Pylades: No. For me it’s not, because it is for you.
~ Euripides, [Englished by Phillip Whidden], about line 791 onwards
We know about you, Pylades. We know
Your plight. Though “plight” is quite archaic, we
All know it far too well. Its meanings grow
Inside our ribs, no serendipity
Required. Near tragedy is rooted in
Our chests’ blood marrow. What goes wrong for you,
Weights wrong for me. The purest type of sin
Infects our state. Its blood is darkness’ blue.
A distance keeps us from each others’ arms.
We both are tortured but by different harms.
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