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The Triumph Of Achilles

In the story of Patroclus

no one survives, not even Achilles

who was nearly a god.

Patroclus resembled him; they wore

the same armor.

 

Always in these friendships

one serves the other, one is less than the other:

the hierarchy

is always apparant, though the legends

cannot be trusted--

their source is the survivor,

the one who has been abandoned.

 

What were the Greek ships on fire

compared to this loss?

 

In his tent, Achilles

grieved with his whole being

and the gods saw

he was a man already dead, a victim

of the part that loved,

the part that was mortal.

Written by
Louise Glück
1943 - / Female / American
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