Immortals, I am not afraid to perish alone without being loved a lifetime.
O mortals, I am not afraid to lead eternity with no bond of any kind,
With no posterity relaying into eons the echo of my soul’s lines;
And not afraid am I to never love if not an antique goddess from an alter-life.
I tell human souls in great lengths the tale of that I am most afraid of
For all to figure out that frightening thing is I, Eros, the Cruelest of all Gods.
I silently make Zeus cry, who never seems too long struck by my arrows,
When his heart oft and oft I strike, with a pain worthy of Hades’s hell hounds…
Poseidon once told me, staying in love is the only hell I have never been in!
« Love is symphony for empty barrels, sea unseen, aurora, and pearl for empty seashells! »
I replied that staying in love is for archangels, of this world, not so tempting…
And swore I: I am not afraid of having my heart broken a trillion eras,
As myriads of myriads of naked nymphs will not suffice my appetite for Hera…
I crave well. See, I am not afraid to perish alone without being loved well, or a lifetime!
— Gilles F. Dogbo
Note : L’illustration est du Musée du Louvre / Raphaël Chipault