PandoraGlitters
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Polyxena Speaks to Neoptolemus at Achilles' Grave
Nec tamen moriens adhuc
deponit animos; cecidit, ut Achilli gravem
factura terram, prona et irato impetu.
—Seneca: Troades
My time is come. Yes, earlier than most,
But war confuses fate. I wish I'd loved
More than my ravaged family, some young
Patrician, say, whose glibness caught my ear,
Whose cultured ways would flatter, who'd embrace
My thin, undeveloped form. I'd see through him,
Of course, quite easily, know my family's wealth
And power overruled my girlish charms.
In the calculus of his need, he'd want
My father more than me. Still, that's something
Most women would take to their grave. I'll take
The fond memory of an arrow-spiked heel
And one more enemy dead. I'm yet princess.
You cut. I'll stand. Do not hold my hair.
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Thank you, GM. It's a subject I rewrite periodically, because it resonates with me. I keep trying to write it how I feel it.It took some Googling on my part, but it was well worth the effort. The last two lines had an incredible dramatic effect. I was spent, but alive unlike Polyxena.
Really interesting wordplay, Ange. Good to see you here.
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