Eurydice And Orpheus

The Male Gaze, Female Agency, and a Mystery

The Wounded Eurydice (1634) by Jean-Baptiste Camille Corot (Wikimedia)

“He was a yard in front.
My voice shook when I spoke -
Orpheus, your poem’s a masterpiece.
I’d love to hear it again

He was smiling modestly
when he turned
when he turned and he looked at me.”