ABRUPTO

10:48 (JPP)

EARLY MORNING BLOGS

926 - Poppy

It builds like unseen fire deep in a mine,
This igneous, molten wrath,
The smelting torture that rises with the decline
Of reason, signifying death.

As when, fueled with suspicion, the coal-black
Othello is wrought forge-hot
Or when pouting Achilles lashes back
At the whole Trojan lot.

For the death of Patroclus: the one prepared to die
In fury, to pit his life
Against a well-armed equal, the other to slay
An innocent young wife;

Both, curiously, heroes. It is like that seething
Pit, pitch-black, as whose lip
A petaled flame spreads crimsonly, bequeathing
One or another sleep.

(Anthony Hecht)

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