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
- Гавриил Державин – Охотник
- The Little Box by Vasko Popa
- Аля Кудряшева – Какое там говорить. Я дышу с трудом
- The Upas Tree poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Creativity Leads to Family Enrichment
- The Ghost by Sara Teasdale
- Валерий Брюсов – In hас lackimarum valle (в этой долине слез )
- The Hosts
- Platonick Love
- Coucy
- Hear the Voice by William Blake
- Epitaph for James Smith by Robert Burns
- Eloisa to Abelard poem – Alexander Pope
- The Worlds Greatest Smoke Off by Shel Silverstein
- Robert Burns: Raging Fortune:
Some external links:
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).