The River Acheron Poem by Peter Black

Girl do not stop me
There is no hope for me!
I will sit on this bank of the Acheron river.
No, deliver unto me nothing
Not love nor sympathy—
I am not in my heart open to this light.
It casts dim the figures of sin
On the rocks of the Acheron river.

Phlegyas, Phlegyas
Bring me hither to the dead city.
May God, damn he who stops him.
Let me smile 'till the end—
I will pass these marshes
Slowly drinking of their waters.

No! Heavenly lady do not touch of me—
Nay! Speak no word to the bright around thee.
I leave this world.
I breathe no hope
But the fire's breath
I see no hope
But the fire's depth.

O my Lord! I am sorry.
Open up this iron wall.
Direct me to the tomb.
Lord, I will weep long and soon.
God damn you!
God, Damn you!