Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ILIAD: BOOK 23. THE GHOST OF PATROCLUS, by HOMER Poet's Biography First Line: The soul came to him of his hapless friend Last Line: His last requests, just image of himself.' Subject(s): Mythology - Classical; Trojan War | ||||||||
THE soul came to him of his hapless friend, In bulk resembling, in expressive eyes And voice Patroclus, and so clad as he. Him, hovering o'er his head, the form address'd: 'Sleep'st thou, Achilles! of thy friend become Heedless? Him living thou didst not neglect Whom thou neglectest dead. Give me a tomb Instant, that I may pass the infernal gates. For now, the shades and spirits of the dead Drive me afar, denying me my wish To mingle with them on the farthest shore, And in wide-portal'd Ades sole I roam. Give me thine hand, I pray thee, for the earth I visit never more, once burnt with fire; We never shall again close council hold As we were wont, for me my fate severe, Mine even from my birth, hath deep absorb'd. And oh Achilles, semblance of the Gods! Thou too predestined art beneath the wall To perish of the high-born Trojan race. But hear my last injunction! ah, my friend! My bones sepulchre not from thine apart, But as, together we were nourish'd both Beneath thy roof, (what time from Opoeis Menoetius led me to thy father's house, Although a child, yet fugitive for blood, Which, in a quarrel at the dice, I spilt, Killing my playmate by a casual blow, The offspring of Amphidamas, when, like A father, Peleus with all tenderness Received and cherish'd me, and call'd me thine), So, let one vase inclose, at last, our bones, The golden vase, thy Goddess mother's gift.' To whom Achilles, matchless in the race: 'Ah, loved and honour'd! wherefore hast thou come? Why thus enjoin'd me? I will all perform With diligence that thou hast now desired. But nearer stand, that we may mutual clasp Each other, though but with a short embrace, And sad satiety of grief enjoy.' He said, and stretch'd his arms toward the shade, But him seized not; shrill-clamouring and light As smoke, the spirit pass'd into the earth. Amazed, upsprang Achilles, clash'd aloud His palms together, and thus, sad, exclaim'd: 'Ah then, ye Gods! there doubtless are below The soul and semblance both, but empty forms; For all night long, mourning, disconsolate, The soul of my Patroclus, hapless friend! Hath hover'd o'er me, giving me in charge His last requests, just image of himself.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RETURN OF THE GREEKS by EDWIN MUIR THE FALL OF TROY by RACHEL HADAS MENELAUS AND HELEN by RUPERT BROOKE THE DEATH OF LEONIDAS by GEORGE CROLY THE ILIAD: ACHILLES OVER THE TRENCH by HOMER THE ILIAD: BOOK 12. SARPEDON'S SPEECH by HOMER BALLAD OF HECTOR IN HADES by EDWIN MUIR THE ILIAD: ACHILLES OVER THE TRENCH by HOMER |
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