Posted: May 23, 2015 in Chat
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work in progress

Exactly there, in between
the years of Solon and Pericles,
on one indifferent day in Athens,
the Assembly waiting, restless,
and Peisistratos having the day off,
at best rare —
low cloud, impending rain
drowned the rise and fluff of thought
in the dregs of wine in his blood.

It just does not happen, this,
but, Thursday was it, approaching noon,
the Assembly now sure he would not be there,
each turned to each, and with a look,
said, “Today, at this moment,  if only this,
we have what we truly worked for:

Then the rain came, washed out what rooted there.


the nascent democracy was overthrown by the tyrant Peisistratos, but was reinstated after the expulsion of the son of Peisistratos in 510.’:

  1. Daedalus Lex says:

    Love the rhythms of the prosody. Can’t put my finger on it, but something about the directness, but with lots of interpolated modifiers, giving it an improvisational tone … somehow it sounds a little Homeric, the prosody itself bringing me back to that time. Maybe just me, though, as this is off-the-cuff response.

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