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
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- To a Common Prostitute. by Walt Whitman
- Lucid Dreams by Talha Jafri
- ” When in the long–drawn avenues of Thought” poem – Alfred Austin
- Words Heard, By Accident, Over The Phone by Sylvia Plath
- A Library Of Skulls by Thomas Lux
- A Tribute to Dr. Murison by William Topaz McGonagall
- Николай Заболоцкий – Царица мух
- I love you
- Kodja Mustafa Pasha poem – Yahya Kemal Beyatli poems | Poetry Monster
- Say, Lad, Have You Things to Do? poem – A. E. Housman
- Илона Грошева – Любовь две синички на ветке
- Низами Гянджеви – Ты видишь: я твой давний друг
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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).
