Palinode II
Palinode II
Your mom, look
at her, crying
so piteously,
as my body is
wheeled
into the fire.
There she goes,
collapsing
into herself,
like a burning roof.
Hold her up.
Hold her
close, my
Hecuba.
I’m sorry
I ever thought
of her
as Helen.
Your mom, look
at her, crying
so piteously,
as my body is
wheeled
into the fire.
There she goes,
collapsing
into herself,
like a burning roof.
Hold her up.
Hold her
close, my
Hecuba.
I’m sorry
I ever thought
of her
as Helen.
The Love of Helen and Paris by Jacques-Louis David (oil on canvas, 1788, Louvre, Paris)
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