Poetry on the Shield of Achilles
She looked over his shoulder
looking for grapes and olives,
marble, orderly cities,
big crimson The sails on the sea;
But on the shining metal
What his hands put down was the sky like a lead mass
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And man-made desolate clearings.
A featureless plain, black and bare,
not a blade of grass, no trace of a neighbor,
nothing to eat, no place to sit ;
Yet in that empty wasteland
an incomprehensible crowd is gathering,
a million eyes, a million pairs of boots,
No expression, waiting in line for a mark.
The sound of no one showing up floated from the air,
Statistics show that there are some reasons.
Speak as dry and flat as this place;
Don’t please anyone, don’t discuss anything,
One team after another, facing Cloud-like dust,
They walked away in unison, enduring a belief:
They would inevitably suffer somewhere.
She looked over his shoulder
Looking for the piety in the religious ceremony,
the girl in white wearing a garland,
Libations and other offerings;
But on the gleaming metal
It should have been the altar,
But under his flickering fire ,
What she saw was a different scene.
Barbed wire trapped the arbitrary place,
Irritated officials lay there (telling anecdotes),
The weather was hot, and the sentinels Sweating profusely;
A group of decent ordinary people,
watching from the outside, neither moved nor made a sound.
Like three dim images,
tied straight to wooden stakes driven into the ground.
The masses and emperors in this world,
all have weight, and the weight is always the same,
but they all lie in the hands of others; they are insignificant,< /p>
Cannot expect help, and no one is willing to help;
Everything their enemies want to do has been done;
Their shame is unparalleled; they have lost their self-esteem,< /p>
Before the body dies, the soul ceases to exist.
She looked over his shoulder
Looking for the sports players in the game,
Looking for the men and women twisting their waists,
Dancing sweetly,
quickly, quickly to the rhythm of the music;
but on the shining shield,
his hands The setting is not a dance hall, but the desolation of fields covered with dead grass.
A ragged naughty boy,
wandering alone and aimlessly in the open space;
A bird slipped away from the real stone;
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Two girls were raped, two teenagers killed the third one,
This is the justice he saw, he has never heard it,
What will happen to Ren He and the world? Keep your word,
or anyone who sobs because someone else cries.
Hezhenthus, the forger of weapons,
Thin-lipped, stumbling as he left;
Thetis with shining breast— —
Crying loudly in frustration,
blaming God for giving in to her son——
The mighty Achilles,
He has a heart of stone and kills people cruelly,
But he can no longer live forever.