The Death of Sophocles
That night an eagle swooped down from the skies onto
Sophocles' house.
And the garden suddenly rocked with a cry of cicadas.
Already the genius strode toward his immortality,
skirting the enemy camp at the walls of his native city.
Then it was that the king had a strange dream:
Great Dinoysus ordered him to lift the siege,
so as not to dishonor the service for the dead
and to grant the Athenians the solace of his fame.
1 comment:
"Some wrap themselves in the flag...others, a goddess"
In hopes this finds you well, and sharing such feelings with your company this evening...
Mr.M
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