The loveliest singer, golden haired,<\/span> Bards of yore, of passion and mirth<\/span> And what could a god of poetry need?<\/span> \u201cWe haven\u2019t reached the chorus yet,<\/span> She talked of a king cursed by fate,<\/span> Somewhere howled a dog in the wild,<\/span> And murky nights of deadly crimes<\/span> \u201cYoung Adonis \u2013 the death of a god,<\/span> Fancy dear, the fleeting elf,<\/span> A hundred years had wandered by,<\/span> I had often doubted Homer\u2019s song,<\/span> I had asked Prometheus on a fennel-stalk<\/span> He chose a lira di braccio instead,<\/span> Raphael knew when Phoebus he drew<\/span> Somoshree Palit The loveliest singer, golden haired, Sweetly struck his chord; Looked heavenwards like he half compared His songs with a higher god.\u00a0\u00a0 Bards of yore, of passion and mirth To him their worship raise. Born of earth, yet not of earth \u2013 There was a yearning in his gaze.\u00a0 And what could a god Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":46,"featured_media":0,"parent":27,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-121","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/121","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/46"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=121"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/121\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":731,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/121\/revisions\/731"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/27"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=121"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/span>Sweetly struck his chord;<\/span>
\n<\/span>Looked heavenwards like he half compared<\/span>
\n<\/span>His songs with a higher god.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>To him their worship raise.<\/span>
\n<\/span>Born of earth, yet not of earth \u2013<\/span>
\n<\/span>There was a yearning in his gaze.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>What could make him long?<\/span>
\n<\/span>I wonder, and as the thoughts recede,<\/span>
\n<\/span>I hear a plaintive, tuneful song.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>When we do I\u2019ll let you know.<\/span>
\n<\/span>Once we reach the chorus though,<\/span>
\n<\/span>I\u2019ll allow such indulgences. So \u2013\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>And like a tremor beneath a sea,<\/span>
\n<\/span>Like Dionysia for which a maenad waits,<\/span>
\n<\/span>She said, \u201cJocasta turned sharply.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>An ominous cry of doom,<\/span>
\n<\/span>As a knife that slashes limb from limb,<\/span>
\n<\/span>Thunder split in two a tomb.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>Need but some lines to show<\/span>
\n<\/span>That tragedy brews in the best of times,<\/span>
\n<\/span>In \u201cTomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>Was by all the Greeks lamented.\u201d<\/span>
\n<\/span>She said, and a Delphi rose again,<\/span>
\n<\/span>\u201cGreat artists are oft tormented.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>Deceived the Star in his woe,<\/span>
\n<\/span>With Bacchus and his pards in his own self<\/span>
\n<\/span>Seeked Provencal wine in his throe.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>A hundred more would follow.<\/span>
\n<\/span>She would teach me how that poet sighed,<\/span>
\n<\/span>Like Mnemosyne blessed Apollo.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>Of the fires that he had sung.<\/span>
\n<\/span>The ambush of the Trojan land<\/span>
\n<\/span>Was arson on her tongue.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>To bring me the sacred fire,<\/span>
\n<\/span>As flames tore through my flesh and bones,<\/span>
\n<\/span>I saw Raphael erase the lyre.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>And gave him an upward gaze,<\/span>
\n<\/span>Raphael painted with a knowing smile :<\/span>
\n<\/span>Even gods would yearn for her praise.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>That he would raise his eyes to see<\/span>
\n<\/span>Not a higher god, but a teacher like you,<\/span>
\n<\/span>\u201cKnowledge enormous makes a god of me.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"