And if he looked back to see if Eurydice was there, the deal was off. So we all know how stories go. They were almost at the entrance, or the exit, I guess, in this case, to the underworld. And he just couldn't stand it. So he looked back just to make sure, just to assure himself that she was there. And immediately, in that moment, she vanished. This poem begins at the end of that story. It's called eurydice
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@geo_rhymes · 1:37
Hello, Katharine. Happy Friday. I hope you're having a great start to your Friday, and it's such a joy to be back on Swell and listening to another one of your poems. First off, I'd like to thank you for sharing this one and celebrating the poetic voice. And this was such a short and powerful poem. And of all the lines, I particularly loved the last one. But to live with human faithlessness is another matter
But I always start thinking that it's about one thing, and then I remember at the very end that it's actually really about something else. Nice to hear