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
- Spanish Banks
- Far Within Us #5 by Vasko Popa
- Love Is Just Like The Rain
- Владимир Маяковский – Последняя петербургская сказка
- For To Admire by Rudyard Kipling
- The Maid Vor My Bride by William Barnes
- Олег Григорьев – Дождь
- My Garden by Sappho
- Muttering by Satish Verma
- Petals poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Is Life Worth Living? poem – Alfred Austin
- Remorse: A Fragment by Robert Burns
- Bring Us The Light by John Oxenham
- To a friend by Vinko Kalinić
- Craigieburn Wood by Robert Burns
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).
