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another excerpt
This fell out of a folder while I was organizing stuff.
I cannot find the rest of this poem in my folder, and I choose not to search for it online.
By the figtree
My Achilles died
And Ajax lies
By the grottoes of the sea,
By streams, with Skamandros as neighbor.
In the persisting tradition of Salamis,
Great Ajax died
Of the roar in his temples
And on foreign soil, unlike
Patroklos, dead in king's armor. And many
Others also died. On Kithairon
Lay Eleutherai, city of Mnemosyne. And when
God cast off his cloak, the darkness came to cut
Her lock of hair. For the gods grow
Indignant if a man
Not gather himself to save
His soul, yet he has no choice; like-
Wise, mourning is in error.
-Hogerlin
This means something.
I cannot find the rest of this poem in my folder, and I choose not to search for it online.
By the figtree
My Achilles died
And Ajax lies
By the grottoes of the sea,
By streams, with Skamandros as neighbor.
In the persisting tradition of Salamis,
Great Ajax died
Of the roar in his temples
And on foreign soil, unlike
Patroklos, dead in king's armor. And many
Others also died. On Kithairon
Lay Eleutherai, city of Mnemosyne. And when
God cast off his cloak, the darkness came to cut
Her lock of hair. For the gods grow
Indignant if a man
Not gather himself to save
His soul, yet he has no choice; like-
Wise, mourning is in error.
-Hogerlin
This means something.