Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney

Late night poem

The Greek Anthology

Short perfect verses – 'fifteen olive trees
grandfather planted.' 'I once owned a shield-
shattered in battle and I had to yield'
'Your voice is soft and warming as a breeze'

'The boy I loved turned Christian, went away'
'My friend is dead, the nightingales sing still'
'Apollo cured my child when he was ill
I sing his praises.' 'Glory to the day

the tyrant fell.' We sometimes know their name,
their town perhaps. Their bones are lost to time
but something lives because they made a rhyme.
Something more durable perhaps than fame

Cold comfort in the grave, still to be read
but all that we can hope for when we're dead.
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