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
- The Hock-cart, or Harvest Home by Robert Herrick
- Aboard at a Ship’s Helm. by Walt Whitman
- Hector The Collector by Shel Silverstein
- innocence.html
- Charity thou art a lie, by Stephen Crane
- Meeting by William Butler Yeats
- The Little Boy And The Old Man by Shel Silverstein
- Sonnet 29: When in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes by William Shakespeare
- message from the sun by Raj Arumugam
- Николай Глазков – Давно хотел сложить стихи
- Ольга Седакова – Старый поэт (Постскриптум)
- Song—Behold the Hour, the Boat, arrive by Robert Burns
- Sweet Dancer by William Butler Yeats
- Валерий Брюсов – Из лесной жути
- Иван Мятлев – Старушка
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).