Poems about Homer


№ 1164416

Death Poem - After Homer

Oh, goddess Athena.
Daughter of Zeus.
Third-born of the gods
Whose spear hurls thunder,
Tireless hope of soldiers:
Lift me on my broken shield
And bear my body home,
Far from these hollow ships,
The wine-colored, loud-roaring sea
And these high-hearted men
Who have called down
Stony-death upon me...

death,  homer,  poem.

Author: Mike Essig
Date: 25/02/2020

№ 947898

Apologies To Homer

Someone once said,
"Vietnam is
The great, epic poem
Of our generation. "

The greatest epic poem
Ever written about war
Is Homer's Iliad.

So I wondered,
Which character
Would I be?

Agamemnon? Too pompous.
Achilles? Too deadly.
Odysseus? Too crafty.
Paris? Too dishonest.

Hector, of course.

Destined to fight on
In a lost cause;
His death inevitable,
Already foretold;
Courage in the face
Of doom.

Hector. I like that.
It has a bold ring
To it.

Maybe I'll change
My name.


apologies,  homer.

Author: Mike Essig
Date: 13/08/2019

№ 876968

Ode to homer

Poetry is indeed weeping
When no homeric
Novelty of heroism is
To be given applause...
Shame we never earned
A second chance to celebrate
Such blind heroism,
Instead we celebrated
A heroism of reading a book,
Because poets dared not attach
Themselves to the acts in the world
As heroic enough to write about,
Instead choosing to write, to celebrate
The consolation of reading,
As if restoring homer's eyesight
To the scenes at troy, which never
Took place in our aeon worth
The light, instead the darkness
Of being overly written over to a darkening,
To keep humanity's darkest hour
Known as the holocaust, hidden well
By the words of youth in poem
For a sense of longing and misunderstood love,
Here no need to illuminate the slaughter,
Here the need to darken the slaughter
With poem on poem to keep the light
Darkened, and claim and call defeat:
Here then to write a defeat
And rekindle scenes where no word dare
Encounter a limb of the activity
That would couple the activity to body
And the word to grammar...
Here no word pass, but cinema remains
The truest concern: it simply
Keeps us lip-reading / palm-reading, while
So much soul dilates oozing from the eyes
Not looked into.

homer,  ode.

Author: MateuЕЎ Conrad
Date: 10/06/2019

№ 836554

Not Homer's Calypso

The calling of Calypso trapped many sailors to their hell-festered detainment. To the mortals living in serenity outside the borders of the siren's realm, all the ecstasy and brilliance shining from have them received with a lover's embrace? Perhaps these men are prisoners of madness?

With ignorant thoughts bred and assumptions made, the candle of hope of freedom for the helpless enthralled men were extinguished.

Calypso laughed in triumph, her dexterity unchallenged.

calypso,  homer.

Author: Kari
Date: 04/05/2019

№ 677795

On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer

Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star'd at the Pacific--and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise--
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

chapman,  homer.

Author: John Keats
Date: 11/12/2018

№ 673225

Punning With Poets (or Can Homer Come Out to Play?)

With Poe-try you can surely
Get your Words' worth.
So many words are waiting
Like a Wolfe at your door,
For their Cummings into being.

If you listen, they Pound
Upon your brain
They Lamb-aste your viscera,
Making you Nash your teeth.
They create a Millay in your head.
So many shapes, so many Hughes!

Lusting for Moore, they Lear
At you when you least expect.
Look back at them!

Like Frost upon the windowpane
They write themselves,
Then, when all is said and Donne,
Melt away too soon.

Grasp them when you can.
Put them in a Rowe.
Taylor them to your muse,
Use your Whit, man!

homer,  play,  poets.

Author: Mary-Eliz
Date: 07/12/2018

№ 666216

To Homer

Standing aloof in giant ignorance,
Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades,
As one who sits ashore and longs perchance
To visit dolphin-coral in deep seas.
So thou wast blind; --but then the veil was rent,
For Jove uncurtain'd Heaven to let thee live,
And Neptune made for thee a spumy tent,
And Pan made sing for thee his forest-hive;
Aye on the shores of darkness there is light,
And precipices show untrodden green,
There is a budding morrow in midnight,
There is a triple sight in blindness keen;
Such seeing hadst thou, as it once befel
To Dian, Queen of Earth, and Heaven, and Hell.


Author: John Keats
Date: 30/11/2018

№ 609113

A Woman Homer Sung

If any man drew near
When I was young,
I thought, 'He holds her dear, '
And shook with hate and fear.
But O! 'twas bitter wrong
If he could pass her by
With an indifferent eye.

Whereon I wrote and wrought,
And now, being grey,
I dream that I have brought
To such a pitch my thought
That coming time can say,
'He shadowed in a glass
What thing her body was. '

For she had fiery blood
When I was young,
And trod so sweetly proud
As 'twere upon a cloud,
A woman Homer sung,
That life and letters seem
But an heroic dream.

homer,  sung,  woman.

Author: William Butler Yeats
Date: 10/10/2018