Sunday, February 3, 2013

Dreaming in Corinth



I dream of Corinth
last night, Corinth
of the Corinthians, its
retired soldiers telling
war stories, its temples
marbled and majestic,
streets filled with noise,
smells, voices of an empire
shouting to be heard,
rich men preparing to feast,
poor men begging in the street,
freedmen watching the backs,
slaves giving the appearance
of not caring and impassive,
a middle-aged tentmaker
writing letters.

Photograph: Ruins of the Temple of Apollo at Corinth.

2 comments:

Louise Gallagher said...

I love this poem Glynn - especially the last line -- the mundane nature of it as a counterpoint to all the activity.

nance said...

a tentmaker
writing letters
had a dream
that one day
he would be
in a dream
poem