Aphrodite of the Waters, by Mary Yntema
All we think now is stop stop stop. Three whole days in… Read more
CI Poetry Project
Diotima’s Lesson, by Philip Nikolayev
There’s Eros in the air, Mediterranean Eros that makes you high. Spells of Eros, froth. The heart throbs out of the chest and bees hunt down street nectar. You, whose hand appears to pluck pears These flitting silver moths are evening’s eyes “off of” pear trees dancing their vigil round the lilac bush. of poetry. Then our well . . . Read more
Ajax pulling at the threads of war, by George Wallace
I was like the others, I was just a man among men, I listened at the little temple, I felt the snake lick at my ear, there were generals to follow and battle lines to be formed, and the sky above us furious and the rage set in, the full gospel trim of it . . . Read more
Get What You Want by Maureen N. McLane
after Sappho, Fragment 58 You who, like undergraduates, are always young go in for the lyre do not neglect to put your hands in the air say WAAAAAA and wave the long night endless – As for me the dawn breaks upon… Read more
The Greek Army at Aulis by Aoki Lee Simmons
The wind was dead, not angry or peaceful, or kind or cruel but dead. The air did not move but hung, hot and heavy, leaving men to gasp for breath in open space. The ships sat low in the glassy water, nothing moved. The waves lapping at the shore like… Read more
ballō: two poems of Reginald Gibbons
Because of Aphrodite ~ from Liddell-Scott-Jones, βάλλω (ballō) The force with which something can be thrown, the release, the sweep of arm and wrist—a javelin in games, a heavy spear in combat, or battering blows of winds, and these gusts, too: rain, desire, wildfire’s roaring, fear, and fast-falling… Read more