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Orpheus & Eurydice   Orpheus regained strength in this natural way. He already bore the imprint of his inspiration, Eurydice, and he went on to write and sing more beautifully than ever. In fact losing her, rather than pleasing her as in a marriage he was free to a work romantically with his perfect muse, the inspiring woman who will never grow old – it will always be the young Eurydice he lost. He sang the brightness of mornings and green rivers. He sang of smoking water in the rose-colored daybreaks. “Of colors: cinnabar, carmine, burnt sienna, blue, Of the delight of swimming in the sea under marble cliffs, Of feasting on a terrace above the tumult of a fishing port, Of the tastes of wine, olive oil, almonds, mustard, salt. Of the flight of the swallow, the falcon, Of a dignified flock of pelicans above a bay, Of the scent of an armful of lilacs in summer rain, Of his having composed his words always against death And of having made no rhyme in praise of nothingness” While reclining with his music nymphs on the bank of a stream, he sang in grief about Eurydice and breathed out. .....Read Quest of Olympias....Sivkishen, Author