Sunday, August 08, 2004


Achilles, whom others called cruel, said this:
There are many days in a life, many turnings in the world, and on
     a day of mundane action;
Nothing to presage that day above its two neighbours;
During its afternoon, with the sun threequarters ready to touch
     her ocean baths,
Death will come to the son of Peleus. A single arrow sniping,
     loosed without great plan,
Will pierce his chest; and maybe he feels his heart tapping against
     the wooden pole atime,
As if this last muscle attempts to repulse the threat,
But after that, he said, Achilles will be dead.