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
- Robert Burns: Despondency: An Ode:
- Complaint by William Carlos Williams
- Forever Closed by Margaret Marie Hubbard
- Олег Бундур – Умный кот
- Portrait in Black and White by Marjorie Kanter
- Владимир Высоцкий – Все ушли на фронт
- Growth: for Allen Qing Yuan by Mike Yuan
- Artegal And Elidure by William Wordsworth
- Nothing is Real by Rixa White
- death039s_claim.html
- Степан Щипачев – Зрение
- Виктор Гончаров – Дождь
- A Token by Robert Creeley
- Jerusalem Delivered – Book 02 – part 07 by Torquato Tasso
- Contradictions poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
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).