EURYDICE
There was a roar, and a coldness—
I think my husband was with me.
What was my husband's name?
Eurydice turns to the Stones.
My husband's name? Do you know it?
The Stones shrug their shoulders.
How strange. I don't remember.
It was horrible to see his face
when I died. His eyes were
two black birds
and they flew to me.
I said: no—stay where you are—
he needs you in order to see!
When I got through the cold
they made me swim in a river
and I forgot his name.
I forgot all the names.
I know his name starts with my mouth
shaped like a ball of twine—
Oar—oar.
I forget.
They took me to a tiny boat.
I only just fit inside.
I looked at the oars
and I wanted to cry.
I tried to cry but I just drooled a little.
I'll try now.
She tries to cry but finds that she can't.
What happiness it would be to cry.
She takes a breath.
I was not lonely
only alone with myself
begging myself not to leave my own body
but I was leaving.
Good-bye, head—I said—
it inclined itself a little, as though to nod to me
in a solemn kind of way.
She turns to the Stones.
How do you say good-bye to yourself?
They shake their heads.
A train whistle.
– Sarah Ruhl
from her play Eurydice
I remember this, of course :)
ReplyDeleteStill, it's more eery to read it, don't you think?
Kim - I can't separate the two -- I read it and I see and hear the actress we saw.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could write like that...
ReplyDeleteThis is really poetic. I wanna see/hear this play now.
ReplyDeleteOlivia - I hope you do. It's quirky and kind of devastating.
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