In the story of Patroclus
no one survives, not even Achilles
who was nearly a god.
Patroclus resembled him; they wore
the same armor.
Always in these friendships
one serves the other, one is less than the other:
the hierarchy
is always apparant, though the legends
cannot be trusted–
their source is the survivor,
the one who has been abandoned.
What were the Greek ships on fire
compared to this loss?
In his tent, Achilles
grieved with his whole being
and the gods saw
he was a man already dead, a victim
of the part that loved,
the part that was mortal.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Николай Языков – Весна
- To Dr. MReading Mathmatics by William Somervile
- Young Man’s Song by William Butler Yeats
- A Saturday Sunrise by Philo Ikonya
- Tip tap RAIN by Neelam Sinha
- Doom Of Exiles by Sylvia Plath
- Robert Burns: Extempore On Some Commemorations Of Thomson:
- A Cozy Little Room by Mary Etta Metcalf
- Song—Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns
- The Two Churches by William Barnes
- Владимир Маяковский – Не эти правильно революцию празднуют… (РОСТА №399)
- Fragment of Song—“My Jean!” by Robert Burns
- Come by Sara Teasdale
- Aunt Jennifers Tigers
- Who does she think she is…. by Shel Silverstein
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).