A few weeks ago, I started a series of sonnets inspired by an old story of Cupid accidentally scratching himself with one of his arrows and falling in love with Psyche. Here, he is in such a state that he consults Ulysses–whose life is past and is living in the Underworld–about how he survived after hearing the Sirens’ song.
Cupid, to Ulysses
Ulysses, I have come to seek a word
With one once harrowed in his earthly soul:
You broke the bounds of flesh in having heard
The Siren’s song, your form emerging whole.
Then anguished ever after by the strains,
Your yearnings, longings to and of no end–
Your mind’s fell echo raking you with pains,
Soul’s fabric torn, no seamster then to mend.
In human pride you sought this of free will.
But I, immortal, happened on my charms.
Of my own poison comes to me this ill,
No antidote–nor mortal end to harms.
Heroic shadow–counsel, please! Or hope!
This passion scores my spirit beyond scope.