Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ILIAD, by HUMBERT WOLFE

Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

ILIAD, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: False dreams, all false
Last Line: When love's over, endures.
Subject(s): Future Life; Homer (10th Century B.c.); Poetry & Poets; Retribution; Eternity; After Life; Iliad; Odyssey

FALSE dreams, all false,
mad heart, were yours,
The word, and nought else,
in time endures.
Not you long after,
perished and mute,
will last, but the defter
viol and lute,
Sweetly they'll trouble
the listeners
with the cold dropped pebble
of painless verse.
Not you will be offered,
but the poet's false pain.
Mad heart, you have suffered,
and loved in vain.
What joy doth Helen
or Paris have
Where these lie still in
a nameless grave?
Her beauty's a wraith,
and the boy Paris
muffles in death
his mouth's cold cherries.
Aye! these are less,
that were love's summer,
than one gold phrase
of old blind Homer?
Not Helen's wonder
nor Paris stirs,
but the bright untender
And thus, all passion
is nothing made,
but a star to flash in
an Iliad.
Mad heart, you were wrong!
No love of yours,
but only what is sung,
when love's over, endures.

Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!

Other Poems of Interest...

Home: PoetryExplorer.net