Tom Simard

Poetry, Music, and Prose

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Book 6

“The grey-eyed goddess spoke and was gone,
Off to Olympus, which they say is forever
The unmoving abode of the gods, unshaken
By winds, never soaked by rain, and where the snow
Never drifts, but the brilliant sky stretches
Cloudless away, and brightness streams through the air.”
6.41-46

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Death

Death
The rain
like tears
the trees
have shed.

Roots sink
deep
in the fertile
soil.

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