Anchises Holds the Babe Aeneas

by Mark Anthony Signorelli (June 2010)

Some unreflective prescience seems to gleam
In your new eyes, and guess the oracle,
More than I ever gladdened over gold
And glory gained in battle, I rejoice
To say what happiness it is to bear
A child to burdens, and give flesh a form
To endure the swords and iron of the foe,
And all the oceanic god can do
When goaded by his spiteful sister Hera,
Unless the truth of things lies not in strife,
But in the strange deep influence that wells
And maybe love, that seems to be as frail
As a week-old stalk, is after all more fierce
Than sea-spewed tempests, stronger even than war.

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