The Girton Poetry Group

Not Averse

“Tell the emperor that my hall has fallen to the ground.  Phoibos no longer has his house, nor his mantic bay, nor his prophetic spring; the water has dried up.”

                                          Prophecy for Emperor Julian (the Apostate), 362 AD

                                          Transl.  Joseph Fontenrose, 1978.  The Delphic Oracle, p353.

Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet…

Rrow itself, let it be sorrow; let him love it; let him pursue it…

                                          Placeholder text (adapted from Cicero, 45 BC).

                                          Transl.  Jaspreet Singh Boparai, 2014.

However, (Hercules) still suffered from evil dreams, and went to ask the Delphic Oracle how he might be rid of them.

                                          Robert Graves, 1960.  The Greek Myths, p521.

Hercules et Oracle

.

lose dream

or sever

Sov’ran

ultra regna terra.

Now dog, did re-venom Eden

infidel beg!

Am I putrid, raw

in Roman era,

set in gibbet salt,

a red nick cuts…

wonder began

 

or I

Iron Age bred,

now stuck,

cinder at last ebb

ignites arena morn:

I war dirt-up, image-bled,

if nine demon ever did, god-won

Arrêt.

Anger

art

Lunar

vos rêves Roma:

Erde…

Sol…

tod

elcaro te se lucreh*

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* ‘You flesh to atone’ (Google Translate, 2014).