"meles" poems
IX. TO ARTEMIS (9 lines)
(ll. 1-6) Muse, sing of Artemis, sister of the Far-shooter, the
****** who delights in arrows, who was fostered with Apollo. She
waters her horses from Meles deep in reeds, and swiftly drives
her all-golden chariot through Smyrna to vine-clad Claros where
Apollo, god of the silver bow, sits waiting for the far-shooting
goddess who delights in arrows.
(ll. 7-9) And so hail to you, Artemis, in my song and to all
goddesses as well. Of you first I sing and with you I begin; now
that I have begun with you, I will turn to another song.
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shimmering face
dewy eyes
trembling lips
shivering thighs
toeing the edge;
the poverty line
devotion or obsession?
i need a sign
thrilling fall
death’s chase
spectating
his heart’s haste
rush to the drop
i go in your place
twin pools of red
a championless race
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 5:57 PM UTC