Tom Simard

Poetry, Music, and Prose

Book 18

In Book 18 we read of Achilles’ grief over his friend’s death.

Any of us who have known loss will understand.  Another powerful book.

“A black cloud of sorrow enfolded Achilles.  He stooped
and with both his hands he picked up some soot and dust
and poured it over his head, and his handsome face
was filthy with it, and black ashes fell all over
his sweet-smelling tunic.”
(18.20-24)

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