Mythology Poems
Pure Myth: Wukong 古风·悟空（Ⅰ）
by Yayu Uppsurya
翻江倒海我为尊，金箍棒下镇妖氛。
腾云驾雾翻四海，火眼金睛辨假真。
取经九九多磨难，初心不缘天命魂。
笑看群魔无生路，斗战胜佛名永存！
the river sticks
by Grace McDonough
Eternal nothing would be a gift
Why do i spend this time fearing it
It could be a welcomed feeling
I’d let it in
And brush its cheek
Let it enter me--
Bear it.
The river will guide me down
To the hell
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Ulysses and Calypso
by Edward Robeson Taylor
For that they slew the cattle of the Sun
Ulysses' comrades sank to death while he,
Borne on the billows of the friendly sea,
Calypso's lovely isle in safety won;
Where filled with soothing rest his days did run
To murmurous music's luring notes as she
Bound him in coils of such captivity,
That but for Zeus his soul had been undone.
The God's decree the enamored nymph obeyed,
And helped the hero as his raft he made,
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1 - calypso
by kat kat
forced to stay in a place I did not choose
because of circumstance
and other extraneous factors
so I live where I must die
an island surrounded by sea and sky
a home to me but only a house to many
does fate make the good ones run away
sail away on their boats
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Hymn to Apollo
by Callimachus
What force, what sudden impulse thus can make
The laurel-branch, and all the temple shake!
Depart ye souls profane; hence, hence! O fly
Far from this holy place! Apollo's nigh;
He knocks with gentle foot; The Delian palm
Submissive bends, and breathes a sweeter balm:
Soft swans, high hov'ring catch the auspicious sign,
Wave their white wings, and pour their notes divine.
Ye bolts fly back; ye brazen doors expand,
Leap from your hinges, Phoebus is at hand.
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Pure Myth: Wukong 古风·悟空（Ⅰ）
by Yayu Uppsurya
翻江倒海我为尊，金箍棒下镇妖氛。
腾云驾雾翻四海，火眼金睛辨假真。
取经九九多磨难，初心不缘天命魂。
笑看群魔无生路，斗战胜佛名永存！
sisyphus
by Sirena V
every day, i'm heading closer;
life forcing me to push my own heavy boulder.
stuck in an endless loop like sisyphus;
feeling tortured on this earthly abyss.
i did not expect for life to be like this.
Daedalus
by Chris Wind
I thought you would’ve learned–
all of you at Los Alamos,
and the rest of you
all over the world.
why was my story saved?
why is it told and retold
if not for that?
do you see in it
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The Greats
by Tyler Morello
All artists strive to be like the Greats.
No shame in vying to be someone's Van Gogh,
Going, going, gone, Homer
with his Odysseys and Iliads
and to all, a million ears lent.
Just as Romans did to Antony in Caesar.
Shakespeare's sonnets sold out theatres,
but I grasp at the same words as he.
I pin them to the walls.
I paint them on the mirror.
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Metamodern Tantalus
by Tyler Morello
"It's alright to feel behind,"
What they told me when they learned
I had never slept with anyone.
"You're not missing out on anything, really.
Not the electric rush of skin on skin,
Not the satisfaction of man's most primal urge,
Certainly not the burning of carnal fuel
And the fumes that follow,
No, none of that is quite important.
You just keep doing you."
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