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“I find the folly of men amusing.”
He smiled. “Now I know how to make you follow me everywhere.”
“I feel like I could eat the world raw.”
He did not fear ridicule; he had never known it.
Who was he if not miraculous and radiant?
But I would not be the raven on his shoulder all the time, predicting gloom.
You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.”
island of Lesbos.
The prince Achilles spoke of treasure to be won, and where there was greed there was hope.
“There are too many of them,” he said. “It’s simpler if they just remember me.”
For three weeks the earth would paint herself in every color, burst every bud, unfurl each rioting petal. Then, the wild flush of her excitement spent, she would settle down to the steady work of summer.
I imagined her as a girl, scraped with tree-climbing, skinny limbs flying as she ran. I wished that I had known her then, that she had been with me at my father’s house, had skipped stones with my mother.
“Will you tell me who hurt you?” I imagine saying, You. But that is nothing more than childishness.
His ashes settle among mine, and I feel nothing.
I am air and thought and can do nothing.
can taste it still, the gush of salt and iron. It seeped into the grass where we are buried, and choked me.
“I have done my best,” he says. “Let it be remembered I tried.” I remember.
thunderbolts still smell of singed flesh and patricide.
