Sophia Nugent-Siegal: ‘In Passing’
In Passing
They have washed it away,
In a deluge,
They have trampled it under their feet,
They have brought it all to submission,
With the tide of the great sea,
They have cleansed the old foundations,
The harbour they have long laid waste,
They have left the fractured sunlight,
The woods, the trees, the hills,
No one now disturbs it,
No one cries aloud,
No ships to port may come
And the birds scream
At dawning.
Sophia Nugent-Siegal
The story for this poem is taken from a digression in the Iliad which states that, after the Trojan War, the Gods washed away the Greek fortifications and cleansed the land because they had been built in haste and without the necessary sacrifices.
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