In winter, sprawled on soft cushions,
replete and warm, munching on chick-peas
and drinking sweet wine by the fire…
that is the time to ask each other:
As if to Odysseus:
"Who, from where, and why, art thou?"
- Or with a wink:
"And how many years are on your back, Bold-Heart?"
-Or, quietly:
"Had you yet reached man's estate, when the Persians came?"
Notes
Translated by Theodore Blanchard.
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Channeling Spirits?
Jim-
Just my feeble attempt at humor when responding to someone's comment on a current spotlight:
"This is a nice poem. Really made me think about your time, Mister Xenophanes!
Vivien
(this is so weird, talking to some dead amazing poet...)
((It's even weirder to be reading your remarks
- Xenophanes))
I figured you would have smoked it.
Charlie
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i think that this is a pretty good poem , but i
would rather have civil war poems or stuff like
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This is a nice poem. Really made me think about your time, Mister Xenophanes!
Vivien
(this is so weird, talking to some dead amazing poet...)
(It's even weirder to be reading your remarks- Xenophanes)
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