“It is not given to everyone to have his private tasks of meditation and reflection so happily coincident with the public interest that it becomes difficult to judge how far he serves merely himself and how far the public good.” Immanuel Kant
Wednesday, October 28, 2026
team-mate
Prefiguring Peleides to come,
brave Diomedes drove the Trojans back,
in shining gold, a blazing earth-bound sun
against a battlefield in red, and black.
Onlookers are excused if they mistook
this apparition for Apollo's face.
But less than halfway through this epic book,
apotheosis would be out of place.
This mortal hero--not the super sort--
can't hold a candle to the sea nymph's son.
His aristeia's glorious, but short
his wad's been shot before the climax comes.
Last bulwark when Achilles quit the game,
but only specialists still know his name.
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