So here, twisted in steel, and spoiled with red
your sunlight hide, smelling of death and fear,
they crushed out your throat the terrible song
you sang in the dark ranges. With what crying
you mourned him! - the drinker of blood, the swift death-bringer
who ran with you so many a night; and the night was long.
I heard you, desperate poet, Did you hear
my silent voice take up the cry? - replying:
Achilles is overcome, and Hector dead,
and clay stops many a warrior's mouth, wild singer.
Voice from the hills and the river drunken with rain,
for your lament the long night was too brief.
Hurling your woes at the moon, that old cleaned bone,
till the white shorn mobs of stars on the hill of the sky
huddled and trembled, you tolled him, the rebel one.
Insane Andromache, pacing your towers alone,
death ends the verse you chanted; here you lie.
The lover, the maker of elegies is slain,
and veiled with blood her body's stealthy sun.
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Great Poem
From guest Haylee (contact)
we have read your poem TRAPPED DINGO and we loved it. we are currently working on it in class. -
i agree
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EXELLENT
it is so good
i love it
it is so sad and so touching
i never thought a poem could move me so much, but this one did
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It has everything to do with Christianity, too.
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This is a great poem! The choice of wording is just amazing. Thank you so much for posting it
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this is incredible.......very intense.........dark and mysterious.......wow........ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Kittyom~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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