In the deserted city of Syracuse<\/p>\n
East coast of ancient Greece,<\/p>\n
The guerrilla truce, the Jews lose<\/p>\n
The monarch fell, the rules cease.<\/p>\n
A vision of desolation, a deflating population, none remained but young Artemis.<\/p>\n
At dawn she sings a dismal song<\/p>\n
Which goes like this,<\/p>\n
Ave Maria, in armis tuis<\/em><\/p>\n Lucem inveniam<\/em><\/p>\n After her song, she trudged along<\/p>\n Between the woods, beneath the trees.<\/p>\n Artemis; mother to four- Lily,<\/p>\n Jose, Poppy and Theodore<\/p>\n After the guillotine attack, nearly died of young Jack.<\/p>\n Homeward, she comes only to stand before the helpless sight;<\/p>\n Of little Theo rummage for his sisters\u2019 lives<\/p>\n In the carnage, where the weak<\/p>\n Were slain with the guilty man\u2019s knives.<\/p>\n Du soleil \u00e9clatant qui<\/em><\/p>\n \u00c9tait autrefois leurs sourire<\/em><\/p>\n (of the bright sunshine; that was once their smiles)<\/p>\n Mid-slumber, her mind seized with thoughts..<\/p>\n (\u2018we are dead; we were alive; months ago; years back; we lived and laughed; we dined, we pined; we saw the pink and violet sky; tramp and trudge; then vision<\/p>\n smudged; solitary we walk; but oh life; this life; this moment of June; this very minute; sleep; seize; how do they sleep; I sob, I sob.\u2019)<\/p>\n ..what wild potion puts men to rest, even at the doom of their greatest unrest;<\/p>\n Then gently and silently, Theo caressed.<\/p>\n An echo of better days, when Artemis welcomed an unexpected guest,<\/p>\n The Grecian king stood before the charming miss,<\/p>\n Infrequent sighs; time invites her to shred her worth in front of his eyes<\/p>\n But now, Artemis gives out a loud and galled cry<\/p>\n \u201cyou see the fire under my rugged camisole, but not my people burning? Speak. For you never speak. Horsemen; pass by. Oil and tar; southwest wind; what do you think? Of war, this strife. Inexplicable splendor of the wind, speak? Of the wires they send? Nowhere a soul to call one\u2019s friend. Perhaps you never think- of me, the people, ruins, Theo, rugs, bread, dying, dead. I shall walk out as I am, hair awry; undraped and walk the street to go cry with the gulls.\u201d<\/p>\n Colossus crumbling behind her; she sat upon the shore smiling \u201cmy people humble, my people who expect nothing\u201d<\/p>\n Shanti. Shanti. Shanti.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n [After Eliot]<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Triasha Mondal In the deserted city of Syracuse East coast of ancient Greece, The guerrilla truce, the Jews lose The monarch fell, the rules cease. A vision of desolation, a deflating population, none remained but young Artemis. At dawn she sings a dismal song Which goes like this, Ave Maria, in armis tuis Lucem inveniam After her song, she trudged along Between the woods, beneath the trees. Artemis; mother to four- Lily, Jose, Poppy and Theodore After the guillotine attack, nearly died of young Jack. Homeward, she comes only to stand before the helpless sight; Of little Theo rummage for…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":52,"featured_media":0,"parent":32,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-614","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/614","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/52"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=614"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/614\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":618,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/614\/revisions\/618"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/32"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=614"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}