[During the absence of Agamemnon at the siege of Troy, Aegisthus, son of
Thyestes and the relentless enemy of the House of Atreus, wins the love
of Clytemnestra, and with devilish ingenuity persuades her that the only
way to save her life and his is to slay her husband.]


ACT IV--SCENE I

AEGISTHUS--CLYTEMNESTRA

Aegisthus--To be a banished man, ... to fly, ... to die:
... These are the only means that I have left.
Thou, far from me, deprived of every hope
Of seeing me again, wilt from thy heart
Have quickly chased my image: great Atrides
Will wake a far superior passion there;
Thou, in his presence, many happy days
Wilt thou enjoy--These auspices may Heaven
Confirm--I cannot now evince to thee
A surer proof of love than by my flight; ...
A dreadful, hard, irrevocable proof.

_Clytemnestra_--If there be need of death, we both will die!--
But is there nothing left to try ere this?

_Aegis_.--Another plan, perchance, e'en now remains; ... But
little worthy ...

_Cly_.--And it is--


...

I came to the crowd seeking friends
I came to the crowd seeking love
I came to the crowd for understanding

I found you

I came to the crowd to weep
I came to the crowd to laugh

You dried my tears

...

A spiritual entrainment levees,
spawning entropic cascades in its wake,
a logarithmic landscape ossifies,
effulgent among its tutelary scarps.

As winter settles in,
an enamel carafe fills,
with analgesic dreams,
tippled memories,
eclipsed thoughts and

...

"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me—
"Mansions"! Mansions must be warm!
Mansions cannot let the tears in,
Mansions must exclude the storm!

"Many Mansions," by "his Father,"
I don't know him; snugly built!
Could the Children find the way there—
Some, would even trudge tonight!
...

Old age slows our passion, blood no longer running hot
Now, only memories and dreams remain to tantalise
Those golden days when naked bodies joined as one
Showing our love, kisses and caresses, with orgasmic treats.
Such climatic pleasure shared with you, my lover
Times unsurpassed when passions ruled our days
When any opportunity when alone we made love.
Now, there is no racing blood with need to become one
We kiss goodnight and say we love each other
Then sleep quiet through the night, kissing again at waking

...

STAY COOL (Poetic Rap)

Stay cool,
Don't be a fool,
Just like a mule,
Are you a dull stool?

Never be in terror loon,
Or you will see an error soon.


...

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
...

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there

...

In the moonlit night
The weather is calm and serene,
I meditate deeply and write wonderful poems in my superior And pleasant poetic realm,
Suddenly I fall deep asleep,
Then I dream that
I have written a divine poem
Which will redeem the entire humanity.
...