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 Blessed Virgin Compared To The Air We Breathe poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Наум Коржавин – На побывке
- To Foreign Lands. by Walt Whitman
- Николай Языков – А. М. Языкову (Теперь, когда пророчественный дар)
- A Stepmother’s Vain Love by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Poems, Potatoes by Sylvia Plath
- The Shadow of Crows by Ndue Ukaj
- Strange Fits of Passion Have I Known by William Wordsworth
- Epitaph On An Army of Mercenaries poem – A. E. Housman
- By Broad Potomac’s Shore. by Walt Whitman
- Sonnet 108: What’s in the brain that ink may character by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Луговской – Игорь
- The Sun Underfoot Among The Sundews poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Once She Dreamed
- Низами Гянджеви – Тропы мне ни в духан, ни к богу нету
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