I wondered if I might end up with a collected poems or a book of extracts from my long poems.
#1. 1984 Achilles / Tent
from the book, clouds, leaves, waves. 1996
#1. 1984 Achilles / Tent
from the book, clouds, leaves, waves. 1996
Greek pots like nuclear shapes
the earth a broken vessel,
tossing the shards,
a pessimism growing
beyond good and evil,
our hearts--
are of this darkness.
Striding the beach...
peeling back the canvas,
entering the tent, falling to tripod,
exhausted downward weight--
“the wrong doing of Agamemnon!”
black eyes melt the wall,
sinking-- Achilles tumbling,
gasping at round about horrors.
a thought of --Thetis! Arriving,
a hand to his head
and release, to peaks of tent--
universe and stars, shining.
This is from the beginning of clouds, leaves, waves., a poem from 1996. The reference is from the Iliad I was reading back then, but I have never been able to find the exact part this refers to. I suppose I dreamed it in this changed version. It is all going downward and the Thetis touch to the head releases, it to the peaking.
This is from the beginning of clouds, leaves, waves., a poem from 1996. The reference is from the Iliad I was reading back then, but I have never been able to find the exact part this refers to. I suppose I dreamed it in this changed version. It is all going downward and the Thetis touch to the head releases, it to the peaking.
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