Tuesday, April 7, 2015



You want to translate Homer I want to write him
all new all over again all shining and no war
no more war and the pale cheeks of men
pierced by no bronze prong and no fire
walks up and down the corpse and the hymn
that grieves for Linos turns into the Ode to Joy
a cliché has no memory it plugs a leak
even Homer nods well I can snore as well
and pour the beauty of Helen and Diomedes and Kassandra
back into the ordinary dance of day
and we will know each other in that company
proud abashed a little silly full of soul.