To keep from getting hurt
They fled from him, every one.
Even the ones he liked, even those he won.
They couldn’t look at him,
When he came, they held their breath.
But finally, when he couldn’t love,
When they all knew
That all of them were safe
They loved the poet; they called him true.
Your role was different;
In your heart, the knowledge.
For whatever strange reason,
He gave his heart to you.
This was all too much.
Into the crowd you sank.
You hid from Orpheus, too.