Still remembering Michelle Boisseau tonight, through her words. This is another from No Private Life, her first book.

Poetry is fond of Greek mythology. There are many retellings, re-imaginings, deconstructions, reinterpretations and other explorations of famous myths out there to read. But when I read this the first time, I hadn't read much of that kind of work yet.

But even the light of the larger body of Greek mythology-inspired poetry, I still love this one.

Michelle was always good at hooking a reading with the first line. This is another of her trademark openings: a little cynical and sarcastic, but with a loving humor beneath. Shades of Dorothy Parker or maybe Anne Sexton. Clever and insightful and a little sad.

"It isn't you he wants, but the getting you out."

There are many other eminently quotable and memorable lines. A few favorites:

The smell of sunlight drops like money from his clothes
Enough light to see a page by though not enough to read it.
There is more sadness there than heat.
Regret is a fine sand
his voice ripped the air open, a gold knife in a red melon

I love the narrative stance in this one. It's addressed to Eurydice from an unnamed speaker. It leaves room that all this insight is conjecture, told by someone outside the tale all together, but it feels right and accurate, so much so that I think Eurydice is also the speaker: that she is talking to herself, calling herself on the stupidity of believing in a fairy-tale rescue in the first place.

The portrayal of the underworld and her life there is dark and cold, and Eurydice has complicated reasons to following Orpheus again, even though he had already disappointed her. Sadly relatable.
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