He strode across the schoolroom in July,
Great Hector, clanging in his brazen mail;
And all the cringing Greeks, with faces pale,
Creaked into jabbering Ks and turned to fly.
Achilles, safe because he could not die,
Cheated and won; and all the lines grew stale.
The life was gone from out the shabby tale;
And back in Homer's teeth we flung the lie.
We fought for Troy behind a mossy wall;
We burned the Grecian ships below a tree . . .
Ah, that great war was forty years ago !
Yet still I know that Hector did not fall;
For when the bell rang truce to friend and foe,
Achilles, lying Greek, was under me!
Great Hector! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Ah, that great war was forty years ago! Yet still I know that Hector did not fall; For when the bell rang truce to friend and foe, Achilles, lying Greek, was under me! ......much impressive. Beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We fought for Troy behind a mossy wall; We burned the Grecian ships below a tree... Ah, that great war was forty years ago! Interesting poem.. tony