302.
You want to translate Homer I want to
write him
all new all over again all shining
and no war
no more war and the pale cheeks of
men
pierced by no bronze prong and no
fire
walks up and down the corpse and the
hymn
that grieves for Linos turns into the
Ode to Joy
a cliché has no memory it plugs a
leak
even Homer nods well I can snore as
well
and pour the beauty of Helen and
Diomedes and Kassandra
back into the ordinary dance of day
and we will know each other in that
company
proud abashed a little silly full of
soul.
