Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HOMER, by ALBERT EHRENSTEIN First Line: I sang the songs of red revenge Last Line: Trouble the limpid eyes of the world. Subject(s): Homer (10th Century B.c.); Poetry & Poets; Iliad; Odyssey | ||||||||
I sang the songs of red revenge, And I sang the stillness of wood-shadowed waters, But no one companioned me; Rigid, lonely, As the locust sings to itself, To myself I sang my song. Now my steps vanish, grown faint In the sands of lassitude. For weariness my eyes are failing me, I am tired of comfortless fords, Of sea-crossing, of girls, of streets, At the gulf's edge I do not remember The shields and the spears. Blown upon by birches, By winds over-shadowed, I fall asleep to the sound of a harp Whose music Joyfully drips from under another's fingers. I do not stir, For all thoughts and all acts Trouble the limpid eyes of the world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EPIC STARS by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE CHILDHOOD OF HOMER by MARY KINZIE HOMER'S SEEING-EYE DOG by WILLIAM MATTHEWS THE RETURN OF THE GREEKS by EDWIN MUIR HOMER IN BASIC by KENNETH REXROTH THE HOMERIC HEXAMETER [DESCRIBED AND EXEMPLIFIED] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER by JOHN KEATS |
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