the wife of the man of many wiles

Believe what you want to. Believe that I wove, If you wish, twenty years, and waited, while you Were knee-deep in blood, hip-deep in goddesses. I’ve not much to show for twenty years’ weaving— I have but one half-finished cloth at the loom. Perhaps it’s the lengthy, meticulous grieving. Explain how you want to. Believe…

i died for beauty

I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? “For beauty,” I replied. “And I for truth – the two are one; We brethren are,” he said. And so, as kinsmen met a-night, We talked…

play sixteen: hecuba #2

Author: Euripides Translator: Anne Carson Published: c.424BC Synopsis: A tragedy set before the Greek forces depart after the sacking of Troy. Trojan Queen Hecuba, wife of Priam, has been reduced to servitude. Her daughter Polyxena (a “shooting star that wipes itself across the play and disappears” [Carson, 2006]) is sacrificed by Odysseus and Agamemnon to appease…

an irish airman foresees his death

I know that I shall meet my fate, Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love; My country is Kiltartan Cross, My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor, No likely end could bring them loss Or leave them happier than before. Nor law, nor duty…

stop all the clocks

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the…