medusa & pegasus
‘PEGASUS’ by DAVID GALLER
What if the horse would not fly? he thought,
The horse that has transcended miseries
Of mine thousands of times with headlong ease,
The real, the self-invented; to skies brought
Me so blue that I forgot what lay below
As well as clouds up there? It won me peace,
That was what made me trust if things gót só
I could not bear, the horse would bring release.
No less, he mused, than what made me believe
That horse burst forth from what rolled on the ground:
Imagination sprung from a horror dead.
And if such faith, he frowned, could so derive,
A flightless horse might teach some way to find
Life in the light of Medusa’s living head.
From SOLILOQUIES (2004)