Today's poem is by Kim Addonizio
Echo and Narcissus
Poor love-struck Echo, stuck with repeating
everything he said. He might
have thought he deserved it,
to have a nymph for a girlfriend, who’d confirm
everything he said; he might
have loved how she mirrored him,
a girlfriend who’d say You’re pretty
when he told her she was pretty,
who’d love him more than her mirror.
Not that they had mirrors in those days;
that was the problem. Anyway, she was pretty,
but he wasn’t interested in nymphs.
If only they’d had mirrors in those days
he wouldn’t have drowned in that reflecting pool,
finding it more interesting than nymphs.
But maybe he’d have beat his head against a mirror
and killed himself anyway, pool or no pool.
No free will in those daysit was all the gods.
You could beat your head against your fate, but still,
if you were Narcissus, you’d end up a white flower
stuck in the ground with no will,
plucked or trampled by gods,
and someone would say it was deserved,
for beauty to come down to a white flower,
a poor echo, and someone’s love stuck
in the ground, the ground, the ground, the ground.
Copyright © 2002 Kim Addonizio All rights reserved
from The Threepenny Review
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