Autobiography of Red

by Anne Carson

He lay very straight in the fantastic temperatures of the red pulse as it sank away and he thought about the difference between outside and inside. Inside is mine, he thought.

What about you Geryon what’s your favorite weapon? Cage, said Geryon from behind his knees.

New Ending. All over the world the beautiful red breezes went on blowing hand in hand.

there it was one of those moments that is the opposite of blindness.

Not touching but joined in astonishment as two cuts lie parallel in the same flesh.

The fantastic fingerwork of his wings is outspread on the bed like a black lace map of South America.

Herakles’ gaze on him was like a gold tongue. Magma rising.

THE FLASHES IN WHICH A MAN POSSESSES HIMSELF

And now time is rushing towards them where they stand side by side with arms touching, immortality on their faces, night at their back.

I could not blink or the world went blind