Pindar Says the Poet Must Guard the Apples of the Muses
translated by Patrizio Ceccagnoli & Susan Stewart
Let’s get to work, I say to myself.
I throw the fish in the oil
and watching them fry I think of what the poet must do
as guardian of apples, about those Muses.
Clearly, the dragon is irrelevant,
if anything, we need a hen,
the creature that hatches the egg of verses:
white for the void, yellow for the words.
And so for day 3115