"COME DOWN, OH ORPHEUS. STATE THY NAME"

First of all welcome to my poetry/prose account.
( my other (and main) account is ZarboK )


Has you might see my nickname is Orpheux. Why Orpheux? Well, originally it was supposed to be Orpheus (or like we write in my language: Orfeu ).But unfortunatly the nickname Orpheus was already taken here at d.a.

I do not mean to compare myself with Orpheus. Do those of you that do not know who Orpheus was here's a short introduction:

Accourding to the greek mythology, Orpheus mas a great heroe of Tracia and also its rightfull king. Son of Eagros and the muse Calíope.
More than a great warrior he was also a extraordinaire musician and poet; Very famous for playing his lira.
It was known that his music had a divine enchantment such that everything in nature stand still to listening to him play, even the animals came from their lairs to listening tothe sound of his music. The trees gently let go of their leefs keeping up with the rythm of his melody. The rocks let go off the mountains, attracted by the sound of his music and the rivers suspended their course so that the sound of the water did not interrupt that divine mellody. After returning from the Oddysee he fell in love with the Eurydice. She was a muse, one of the dríades. Some time later she dies bitten by a snake. Orpheus realized the only way to bring her back was to go into the depths of Hell - Hade's kingdom, where, enchanting Hades with the sweet sound of his lira's music , he obtain permission to bring her back, under one only condition: never to look back until he was out of Hade's shadow kingdom. But Orpheus did not resist. In the way, moved by his desire to look at his love, he looked back to contemplate his wife's beautifull face,
not realizing he would loose her forever by doing this. Eurydice was forever lost among Hade's kingdom of shadows.

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To the portuguese deviants here's a poem from a brazilian poet called Vinicius de Moraes. A poem that talks about Orpheus.

"Soneto do Orfeu" by Vinicius de Moraes

São demais os perigos dessa vida
Para quem tem paixão, principalmente
Quando uma lua surge de repente
E se deixa no céu, como esquecida

E se ao luar, que atua desvairado
Vem unir-se uma música qualquer
Aí então é preciso ter cuidado
Porque deve andar perto uma mulher

Uma mulher que é feita de música
Luar e sentimento, e que a vida
Não quer, de tão perfeita

Uma mulher que é como a própria lua:
Tão linda que só espalha sofrimento,
Tão cheia de pudor que vive nua.