Still on Mysia's shore
roaring Heracles wanders
seeking Hylas of the flowing curls,
drawn to the blue depths,
where the cobalt water
his hair tenderly caresses.
Long gone are Jason
and the Argo, the fate
that could have been Heracles'.
His is a pyre of flame,
red blaze his mortal frame
with pain removing.
17.11.2017
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