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And then went down to the ship,
Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly sea, and
We set up mast and sail on that swart ship,
Bore sheep aboard her, and our bodies also
Heavy with weeping, and winds from sternward
Bore us onward with bellying canvas,
Crice’s this craft, the trim-coifed goddess.
Then sat we amidships, wind jamming the tiller,
Thus with stretched sail, we went over sea till day’s end.
Sun to his slumber, shadows o’er all the ocean,
Came we then to the bounds of deepest water,
To the Kimmerian lands, and peopled cities
Covered with close-webbed mist, unpierced ever
With glitter of sun-rays
Nor with stars stretched, nor looking back from heaven
Swartest night stretched over wreteched men there.
The ocean flowing backward, came we then to the place
Aforesaid by Circe.
Here did they rites, Perimedes and Eurylochus,
And drawing sword from my hip
I dug the ell-square pitkin;
Poured we libations unto each the dead,
First mead and then sweet wine, water mixed with white flour
Then prayed I many a prayer to the sickly death’s-heads;
As set in Ithaca, sterile bulls of the best
For sacrifice, heaping the pyre with goods,
A sheep to Tiresias only, black and a bell-sheep.
Dark blood flowed in the fosse,
Souls out of Erebus, cadaverous dead, of brides
Of youths and of the old who had borne much;
Souls stained with recent tears, girls tender,
Men many, mauled with bronze lance heads,
Battle spoil, bearing yet dreory arms,
These many crowded about me; with shouting,
Pallor upon me, cried to my men for more beasts;
Slaughtered the herds, sheep slain of bronze;
Poured ointment, cried to the gods,
To Pluto the strong, and praised Proserpine;
Unsheathed the narrow sword,
I sat to keep off the impetuous impotent dead,
Till I should hear Tiresias.
But first Elpenor came, our friend Elpenor,
Unburied, cast on the wide earth,
Limbs that we left in the house of Circe,
Unwept, unwrapped in the sepulchre, since toils urged other.
Pitiful spirit. And I cried in hurried speech:
“Elpenor, how art thou come to this dark coast?
“Cam’st thou afoot, outstripping ******?”
        And he in heavy speech:
“Ill fate and abundant wine. I slept in Crice’s ingle.
“Going down the long ladder unguarded,
“I fell against the buttress,
“Shattered the nape-nerve, the soul sought Avernus.
“But thou, O King, I bid remember me, unwept, unburied,
“Heap up mine arms, be tomb by sea-bord, and inscribed:
“A man of no fortune, and with a name to come.
“And set my oar up, that I swung mid fellows.”

And Anticlea came, whom I beat off, and then Tiresias Theban,
Holding his golden wand, knew me, and spoke first:
“A second time? why? man of ill star,
“Facing the sunless dead and this joyless region?
“Stand from the fosse, leave me my ****** bever
“For soothsay.”
        And I stepped back,
And he strong with the blood, said then: “Odysseus
“Shalt return through spiteful Neptune, over dark seas,
“Lose all companions.” Then Anticlea came.
Lie quiet Divus. I mean, that is Andreas Divus,
In officina Wecheli, 1538, out of Homer.
And he sailed, by Sirens and thence outwards and away
And unto Crice.
        Venerandam,
In the Cretan’s phrase, with the golden crown, Aphrodite,
Cypri munimenta sortita est, mirthful, oricalchi, with golden
Girdle and breat bands, thou with dark eyelids
Bearing the golden bough of Argicidia. So that:
noneigh Dec 2013
**** it i miss you nor only because you made it seem ok,but you made the pain go away.  
I'm crying not because it hurts but because you said you'd bever leave.Now i don't know where to start i don't think i should grieve.

I don't want you as my friend.        
I need a forever lover
I want someone that i know won't love another.
I wrote this when i met a guy who had a broken heart like me then he left me because he said he would hurt me
Lindsey McCarty May 2010
Girl in the mirror
Girl in the mirror
People witness her smiles
Although she lives in fear

Suicidal thoughts
Are streaming through her brain
Thinking no one cares for her
Only causes her more pain

Her life is a burdon
To everyone she knows
She's just an outsider
Fake emotion is all she shows

The cutting and burning
Are not doing her well
Has she stooped so low as to
Sell herself to hell?

Doesn't give a ****
If she bleeds until she dies
Nobody notices the countless cuts
That represent her desperate cries

Trying to realize
Why she was made
Her hand begins to quiver
While she pushes away the ****** blade

Her last plees for help
Shine completely through her mask
She needs someone to love
Bever had the strength to ask

Girl in the mirror
Girl in the mirror
You don't have to live in pain
For all you agony has dissapeared
You say you know me
Better than I know myself
You judge me cause you think it is easy
It is bever easy to walk in my shoes
It is not the thing that I wanted to choose
You think of me so little
Yet I am full of news
I am a riddle that you can never solve
Step into my body and figure out how my cells beat
Figure out how every brain cell speaks
Show me what my eyes can see
And what my limbs seek
Don't think I am weak
I show compasion because i have reached the peek
When you slap me I turn the other cheek
I am born to love
Not to push and shove
Respect who I am and don't throw me under the bus
My heart is whiter than a feather of a dove
Respect my humanity that is a gift from above
My brother what you see is not the image that it appears to be
The real image is hidden in a mist that the other will not reveal to me
So don't look at him and you think you have figuered out the key
You will need to be closer to him to understand what is he
He might be somone who you never thought he could be
He might be the devil hidding in an angels rougue
And pulls out his sowrd
And stab you in the heart
And as you fall down and bleed in pain
You will understand that judging people is a shame
The mirror reflects the human that we see
But doest it reflect the bones and muscles lying inside of me
We are humans and thats the easiet we could be
But we got to evolve to be the best that people thought we can only be
Daan May 2019
Kan jij mij een nieuwe lever
geven? De mijne heb ik gefaald,
jarenlang gedronken als een bever,
mijn mosterd op café gehaald.

Ik ben geel van jaloezie, benijd
ieder die er niet aan lijdt.
Ik zucht en raak hysterisch.
Had ik me maar goed verzorgd
dan was ik nu niet icterisch
Het kalf verdronken.
Alyssa Katriel Dec 2017
You
Your lips speak soft sweetness
Your touch a cool cares
I am lost in your magic
My heart beats with your chest

I think of you each morning
And dream of you each night
I think your arms being around me
And cannot express my delight

Never have I fallen
But im quickly on my way
You hold a heart in your hands
That gas bever before been given away

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