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
- Жан де Лафонтен – Ласочка в амбаре
- To England At The Outbreak Of The Balkan War
- Miss Drake Proceeds To Supper by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Человек
- The Mystic Isle by Rainbow Reed
- Your Poems on My Patio by Martina Reisz Newberry
- Жан де Лафонтен – Две Козы
- Владимир Маяковский – Про это
- For Birds by Nithin Purple
- My Search by Renu Ayyar
- After-Thought poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Divided Destinies by Rudyard Kipling
- Алексей Плещеев – Ноктюрн
- The Constellations by William Cullen Bryant
- Our Be’thplace by William Barnes
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).