Sonnets to Orpheus
9
Only he who has also raised
his lyre among shadows
may find his way back
to infinite praise.
Only he who has eaten with the dead
from their stores of poppy
will never lose again
the softest chord.
And though the pool's reflection
often blurs before us:
Know the image.
Only in the double realm
do the voices become
eternal and mild.
trns. by Edward Snow
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