Tom Simard

Poetry, Music, and Prose

Book 11

“Then out of Erebus
The souls of the dead gathered, the ghosts
Of brides and youths and worn-out old men
And soft young girls with hearts new to sorrow,
And many men wounded with bronze spears,
Killed in battle, bearing blood-stained arms.
They drifted up to the pit from all sides
With an eerie cry, and pale fear seized me.”
11.34-41

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2 thoughts on “Book 11

  1. Tom this is a magnificent piece – so vivid and moving. Really enjoying these extracts. Thank you.

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  2. My pleasure, Don.
    I’ve been having a real good experience with the Lombardo translation.

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