And her Achilles went to make amends,
Walking alone beside the broken lace that hung
Over the sea’s green fist.
The sea that is always counting.
- Christopher Logue, “Pax”, from War Music
Poca favilla gran fiamma seconda
And her Achilles went to make amends,
Walking alone beside the broken lace that hung
Over the sea’s green fist.
The sea that is always counting.