That dim and dismal star! ‘Tis scarcely more
Than one minute and faded mark of red,
If red it can be called, with shades that, poor
And dispossessed of hue, look pale and bled,
A spent and pallid cell. Yet to those eyes
That, in those darker times, beheld its light
And placed it o’er their priestly enterprise,
Was it a richer sphere, severe and bright
Across Aegean skies, nigh blood-obsessed,
Where ‘twould those glitt’ring Pleiades torment,
And stand athwart pale Artemis and best
Her lunar glare, its shape so vast and rent?
Yet what of red remains? Would Ares be,
And would it still be thus could they still see?
1 comment:
Excellent imagery and thought-provoking discussion that beautifully expresses the substance of that what? mythological, ill-fated violent character. He seems almost to be so much the mascot of nowadays better loved than ever before. Wow. Fascinating. I like it.
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