new zealand electronic poetry centre

 

Robin Hyde


Persephone in Winter
 

Thersites
 
 
Call me Thersites. Say Iím noted out
To gibe and flout.
Say in your Trojan wars I play the ape,
And but by jesting shall your vengeance íscape.
Sobeit. Consign me to the deepest Hell
Where Sloth, sweet twin of Cruelty, must dwell.
Thersites is but one,
Nor shall his passing halt that risen sun.
Armoured in gold, against a flaring sky,
Your very gods, revolting, thunder by.


 


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